Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Short Leash: The Search for Hotdog Perfection


Some logos just make me want to try the place out

I suspect that those who dwell on the darker side of human existence, for example, a person who is struck mute and immobile by the sheer madness of a mind that can feel love and imagine infinity being trapped inside a mortal shell worth about a dollar in raw materials*, may insufficiently appreciate the potential transcendence inherent in eating a truly great hotdog. With so many mediocre and outright bad hotdogs out there, boiling in ancient water, or rolling over and over and over under lights behind glass slowly turning into nitrite jerky before being served in stale flavorless buns, and apparently people willing to fork over cash to pay for them, it's always a pleasant surprise when I find a really, really good dog. When I saw that the Short Leash mobile hotdog eatery features Schreiner's Fine Sausages, I felt like I might be in business. Then, getting a closer look at the menu, I felt that the odds of being the presence of a true Hotdog of the Gods were high.

Served on flat bread, hit me with an Igby! Quick! I'm having an existential crisis over here!

The Igby comes with coleslaw, crumbled bleu cheese, and barbeque sauce. It looks a little something like this:

I shall not dwell in dark spirally places, so long as I have an Igby dog near at hand

They offer a huge selection of add-ons, and had a smooth and efficient operation. The calendar on their web site is satisfyingly informative, although I felt some hints of dark dread creeping upon me when I noticed their Facebook event calendar much less populated with their intended locations. I shall bookmark their web site on my smart phone, in case I happen to be cycling around, and feel pulled toward pondering some of the more absurd aspects of our being. I mean, consider the...oh, forget it, just give me a spicy beer hot with sauerkraut, onions, mustard and cilantro, and I shall consider the cosmic check paid in full. 

The cold indifference of infinite space seems less foreboding, rendered into irrelevance even, when my mind and mouth are occupied by the snap of a fine hotdog bathed in an artful blend of flavor, and pillowed in warm flat bread. You may say it's only a hot dog. I beg to differ: come, ride with me on your bicycle to the Short Leash cart, glimpse meaning steaming in the palm of your hand, then eat it.

But no chili dogs.Oh darkness, it stalks me even in my brightest moments.

*Although substantially more than a dollar if the organs, fluids, and components were all sold intact rather than being rendered all the way down to water, calcium, and the rest, but I don't want to detract in any way from the main subject of this post via a digression about the theoretical medical market value of human organs and other valuable bodily components, since even present in this footnote, the subject is unfortunate at best in that respect. If anything, such a digression would only represent one more reason to despair existentially, thereby at least yielding one more good impetus to go for a bike ride with renewed vigor, and rededicated to the singular purpose of finding the current indicated location of the Short Leash mobile hotdog eatery and loading up on a spicy beer hot with jalapenos and Sriracha sauce to see if that doesn't take the edge off the contemplation of the universe just a wee bit.




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8 comments:

  1. Oh, Gawd! (And, in saying that, I, like Dr. Sheldon Cooper, am not calling upon a mystical Deity who keeps attendance on Sundays.)

    They have Corn Pups?!? Do you know how long its been since I've had a Corn Pup!?!

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    1. A corn pup pilgrimage, conducted with appropriate decorum and reverence, may be in order! I would estimate 27 years since your last, freshly batter-dipped corn pup. Too long!

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    2. Too bad this four-day weekend has already been scheduled.

      When they update their Facebook schedule, looks like I'm gonna haveta make that Saturday Pilgrimage to 14th and Pierce.

      You are truly the Guru of the Dog, JRA. I went to Google bicycle maps to see what the suggested route was, and the first and best route indicated was something like 27 minutes!

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  2. Nice! I haven't met them yet, but they are my new neighbors! I see their trailer parked out by their house a couple blocks north of me. I always thought it w was a mobile dog groomer, now I know!

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    1. Short leash in your neighborhood?? Cool! Let me know when your next block party is...

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  3. Been thinking of this post for a couple of days now.
    I've decided I need me an Oliver.
    Without the dressing.

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