Hot Doug's

My NYC friends descended upon the Windy City to do some serious chowing down. Hello, Bastard Consultant, Dr. Consultant, and Pesky Pescatarian.

Pesky Pescatarian, I'll call her PP for now, was mildly useless at Hot Doug's. Luckily the two C's can pull their weight, and we allocated 2 dogs a person plus one to serve as ballast for our food-crawling ship.

Wow, what a supremely crap sentence that was.

I got pretty gosh darn excited looking at the piles of links behind the counter.

BTW, I recently found out that one of my classmates thought I was attracted to him when we first met because there was always a sparkle in my eye and excitement in my voice when we spoke. It stood out because he generally perceived my energy levels to be on the low side of things. (What can I say, we usually saw each other at big sports bars, which I do not dig.)

Well, needless to say, over time, he realized that said flutter in my voice was due to the fact that we were always talking about food. And much as I think the fellow is a decent dude. Let me just say now that I think it was best for both of us that said fellow was able to come to the proper interpretation of our social interactions before he decided that it would be worthy of further inquiry. Because that could have made for some supremely awkward moments!

Anyways, back to more important matters at hand. Doesn't a site such as this put a dimple of joy in your heart?

The foie dog. The dog that helped Hot Doug's wage the foie wars. A dog to be handled with respect, anticipation, and general efforts to not drool and make more of a fool of oneself than usual.

Us three meat eaters cut the dogs into three pieces each, so all go to sample everything. I think this is the Corned Beef Sausage with Horseradish Mustard, Chicken Liver Mousse and Hickory Smoked Sweet Swiss Cheese.

It was 40 degrees in May while we waited outside, and I was feeling pretty curmudgeonly by the time we rolled in. It helps to have a table covered with dogs to make the bitterness go away.

Bacon and Jalapeno Duck Sausage with Blood Orange Dijonnaise and Goat Cheese. This dog could use some further tweaking, as I couldn't pick up the blood orange flavor nor much of the Jalapeno.

Saussicon Alsacienne.

We made the mistake of arriving 15 minutes after opening on a Saturday morning for our dogs. By then, the line already snaked down the block. Who knew that on a 40 degree Saturday morning, that there would be a line snacking down the block for hot dogs?

A standard Chicago dog. Remember, this was our ballast.

Okay. Hot Doug's uses different buns for different dogs , and the bun on this one was nice and soft. PP got the vegetarian version and she had one of the thicker buns, which really did not sit well with her. What is up with that? Slap a soft bun on that dog!

Duck fat fries, that the Bastard Consultant claims he has waited years to order. These are tasty fries, but not so redolent of ducky goodness that one needs to wait an hour in the bloody cold in freaking May for them. I think Sam had it right when he took me on a regular weekday to go. Oh yes, milk that grad student status to bypass the hungry hoards!

I think this is the Swiss Cheese Smoked Knockwurst with Chili-Garlic Mustard and Smoked Gouda. Good job on the Smoked Gouda, it had a really strong punch.

This. This was easily the best dog of the day. Alligator Sausage with Shrimp Remoulade and Irish Whisky Cheese. Very juicy, it was an incredible incredible experience.

Hot Doug's, 3324 North California, Chicago, IL