Opinions: Hot Diggety Dogs
Apr-28,2007 Filed in: OPINIONS
DINING: Hot
Diggety Dogs – Nashville, TN
I heard about this place from Andrew Peterson and Eric Peters. The last time I went to eat with these two fools was at some Cajun restaurant where Eric made us eat boudin (boo-dan). To Cajuns, boudin is like a sausage. To non-Cajuns like me and AP, boudin is like eating pre-digested rice out of someone’s lower intestine like a push-up popsicle. No thanks. On to the hot dogs. This restaurant is really just a little trailer behind a tiny Episcopal church in downtown Nashville. It has four picnic tables on a patio out back. The same lady is always there taking the orders and the money – she must be one of the owners. They have a bunch of different options for your hot dog – chili, slaw, saurkraut, baked beans, etc. – as well as some brat and other sausage options. I always order the chili cheese dogs partly because it is affectionately called “The Texan” but mostly because I love chili cheese dogs. To be precise, my usual order is “Two Texans charred with fries”. Charred just means that they put it on the grill. After they cook it, they cut the ends with scissors and it makes bookends to keep all of the chili and stuff inside the bun. Genius. The fries are just as good as the hot dogs. I could eat way more than two Texans, but I would feel like a fatso around Eric Peters who has a stomach the size of a “fun size” Snickers bar. (SIDE NOTE: If the kind ladies from Hot Diggety Dogs are reading this, send me some secret password that I can say when I order so you will know it is me and I can get free fries with every order. I will even print up my first ever 8x10 glossy on my Epson stylus and sign it for the wall of your hot dog hut.)
RATING: 4 Gullys
I heard about this place from Andrew Peterson and Eric Peters. The last time I went to eat with these two fools was at some Cajun restaurant where Eric made us eat boudin (boo-dan). To Cajuns, boudin is like a sausage. To non-Cajuns like me and AP, boudin is like eating pre-digested rice out of someone’s lower intestine like a push-up popsicle. No thanks. On to the hot dogs. This restaurant is really just a little trailer behind a tiny Episcopal church in downtown Nashville. It has four picnic tables on a patio out back. The same lady is always there taking the orders and the money – she must be one of the owners. They have a bunch of different options for your hot dog – chili, slaw, saurkraut, baked beans, etc. – as well as some brat and other sausage options. I always order the chili cheese dogs partly because it is affectionately called “The Texan” but mostly because I love chili cheese dogs. To be precise, my usual order is “Two Texans charred with fries”. Charred just means that they put it on the grill. After they cook it, they cut the ends with scissors and it makes bookends to keep all of the chili and stuff inside the bun. Genius. The fries are just as good as the hot dogs. I could eat way more than two Texans, but I would feel like a fatso around Eric Peters who has a stomach the size of a “fun size” Snickers bar. (SIDE NOTE: If the kind ladies from Hot Diggety Dogs are reading this, send me some secret password that I can say when I order so you will know it is me and I can get free fries with every order. I will even print up my first ever 8x10 glossy on my Epson stylus and sign it for the wall of your hot dog hut.)
RATING: 4 Gullys