Hot Dogs


photograph by John Anderson

Last spring when I was in Connecticut visiting family, my parents treated me to lunch at Carol Peck's, a distinguished fusion-food restaurant about an hour's drive from the house. We ate. About 10 minutes into the drive back home, my dad asked if anyone thought we should stop at Blackie's, a hot-dog stand old enough to have burned down in 1946. Blackie's butterflies their hot-dogs, presumably to increase the surface area, then fries them in peanut oil. We all made noise about being full and astutely agreed that we shouldn't stop, but no one really meant it, and my Dad took the exit that led us to Blackie's.

In an effort to recreate fond hot dog memories, I went on a daunting search. Daunting not because of the possibilities, but rather because one should only indulge in hot dogs very rarely. Created from ground unmentionables, filled with nitrates and nitrites, packed with salt and fat, it's sensible to avoid them. As it turns out, that's easy to do: hot-dog stands are as foreign to the Texas landscape as taquerias are indigenous. But when you get a hankering for a frank, consider these options: