I like hot dogs.
I admit, I went through a long period in my young adulthood when I thought they were poison. Tasteless, dangerous, and that white ball in there!
Turns out I had been eating inferior hot dogs. You don't just walk into Piggly Wiggly and grab the cheapest pack of tube steaks. That's death. Pork Lips Now.
I don't think you need to be all boutique about dogs, either. A few years ago Marin Sun Farms put out some hot dogs, and they're a trustworthy outfit. But the dogs stunk.
I'll let you pick the best you can find.
You've had a Chicago dog, right? Overloaded with relish and peppers and pickles and tomatoes and so, so good.
Well, I invented a California dog. Stuffed with avocado, cilantro, tomato, onions, and smeared with mayonnaise mixed with gochujang. Try that, me laddies! It's like a Blade Runner dog. Be good with a little fried kimchi, too. Next time.
Sadly, we used chicken hot dogs from a very nice, largely organic store, and they were on sale. Duds! No more. Boo.
My friend Chilebrown turned me on the these buns, called bolillos and available at Latino markets. They are really large. More than you need to hold all that junk. And the texture is a little wispy (which in a way is good; less chewing). I might try them again, might not. Yeah, I think I will. Cheap as hell, too.