Thursday, March 26, 2009

Pink’s Hot Dogs, Hollywood, California











http://www.pinkshollywood.com/
Some people remember where they were the first time they saw their spouse or where they were when Kennedy was assassinated. For me I will always remember the day I ate at Pink’s Hot Dogs in Hollywood. I have to say that this is a true Mecca for the art of encased meats. I felt inadequate to the task, the meal was so built up in my head that I felt I might order incorrectly or not get the full wiener experience. I was wrong; this was without a doubt one of the greatest meals I have ever eaten in my life. I have dined at some really high-class places like Charlie Trotter’s and Spago but this was an experience I will not soon forget. For me Pink's is on par with all the fancy restaurants and celebrity chef nonsense that I buy into. When you’ve been serving hot dogs since 1939 you pick up a few tricks! The line down the street is a testament to the greatness of the food.

Upon arrival at Pink’s one is struck by the line, it is literally down the street, probably seventy-five people deep. The food was worth every minute of waiting! Although cranky, Ian could not squelch my enthusiasm. For a half an hour we stood in line and mauled over the sizable menu. Hot dogs in three different lengths, six, ten, and twelve, inches topped with a myriad of different toppings that included: pastrami, sauerkraut, mustard, jalapenos, cheese, chili, onions, peppers, and coleslaw. I felt as though I could really botch my order and ruin my Pink’s experience. After much indecision I settled on the following order:

One Pastrami Rueben Dog
One Chili/Cheese/Bacon Burrito Dog
One basket of Onion Rings
One Stretched Chili Dog with Onion (for Ian)
One Basket of Onion Rings (for Ian)
One Dr. Brown’s Cream Soda (for Ian)
One Orange Crush
Total Price-$23.28

When we sat down I was overcome with joy looking at the delights I was soon to ingest. I could barely contain myself while photographing the meal. I felt it necessary to call my brother Ben several times and let him know about the progress we were making in regards to the hot dogs, he was appreciative of course. I started with the more traditional Rueben dog. The pastrami was hot off the grill and a perfect match to the tartness of the kraut. The dogs at Pink’s are all beef kosher dogs so that have that characteristic snap and deep beef flavor of a great wiener. As you can see from the pictures I was very happy.

Then came a hot dog that I can only describe as life changing. Two all beef kosher dogs smothered in chili, wrapped in bacon, topped with cheese and onion and stuffed into twelve-inch flour tortilla and grilled. This my friends is the burrito dog. A behemoth by anyone’s standards and a belly buster after you’ve already devoured half a basket of onion rings and an entire Rueben dog. But I am a man of conviction and I went to work. I came to Hollywood for a reason and I intended to take this monster down. I had to formulate a game plan, this thing is huge, I mapped my course and I began. I dove in with a twinge of fear I don’t often encounter when dealing with sausages of any kind. As I ate I was more pleased with every bite. As the sense of fullness hit my brain I soldiered on. I fought the good fight; I beat Pink’s hot dogs! I ate the burrito dog and it was everything I could ever imagine. Fatty, rich, spicy, greasy, cheesy, and huge!
Today I went to Pink’s Hot Dogs in Hollywood California; I will never again be the same person! Eleven out of ten! As I reread this I tear up a little bit...

3 comments:

  1. We should hang out more often. I'll make sure you always get "the full wiener experience."

    ;-)

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  2. Jr.

    I can't tell you how happy I am for you. Those hot dogs look incredible! This whole trip looks like it has been a culinary extravaganza. Good work.

    -Ben

    p.s. It's never alright to leave a 10% tip.

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  3. Cheryl says you have to start traveling with a pocket-defibrillator machine.

    I respectfully disagree with Ben (comment above). I can count on one hand the number of times I've felt compelled to drop to a 10% tip, but it has happened. Of course, I resent the whole restaurant minimum wage pay structure that requires me to supplement the server's wage in the first place, but hey, a tip isn't an hourly wage. It's a fee for services rendered. Poor services, low fee. Food service without the service is just food.

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