…Dog.
No, not a chihuahua.
Decades ago when the cheap thrill of TJ was novel I made a few treks across the border (and have the scars to prove it, but that’s a different story…)
Late night after hours of beer, bad tequila and head shaking (you know what I mean if you have been there) the hot dog carts lined the streets outside of the cantinas.
Too late for the authentic street tacos with their vertical roasters or abuela’s homemade tamales, and too intoxicated to listen to the faint voice of reason, I lined up at the hot dog carts that fed the drunken gringos before crossing back into the US.
Here’s my take on the Tijuana Doggie; Hebrew National wrapped in bacon and cooked indirect on PK360 with medium heat and wood chunks. In TJ they used a flattop, not me. Cooked until the bacon is crisp and then on a bun with mayo and hot sauce. I added the pickled jalapeños, but they could have been on there too…
One of my favorite ways to enjoy a hot dog. When I do I often wonder how many of my nine lives were spent across the border?
Served with frozen Maks-ican Fries and a cold cervesa. Salud!
No, not a chihuahua.
Decades ago when the cheap thrill of TJ was novel I made a few treks across the border (and have the scars to prove it, but that’s a different story…)
Late night after hours of beer, bad tequila and head shaking (you know what I mean if you have been there) the hot dog carts lined the streets outside of the cantinas.
Too late for the authentic street tacos with their vertical roasters or abuela’s homemade tamales, and too intoxicated to listen to the faint voice of reason, I lined up at the hot dog carts that fed the drunken gringos before crossing back into the US.
Here’s my take on the Tijuana Doggie; Hebrew National wrapped in bacon and cooked indirect on PK360 with medium heat and wood chunks. In TJ they used a flattop, not me. Cooked until the bacon is crisp and then on a bun with mayo and hot sauce. I added the pickled jalapeños, but they could have been on there too…
One of my favorite ways to enjoy a hot dog. When I do I often wonder how many of my nine lives were spent across the border?
Served with frozen Maks-ican Fries and a cold cervesa. Salud!