Sunday, May 20, 2012

Alumna Bloguera Guest Columnist: Lisa Alvarado, Hot dog love



(This is one post about life as I see it -- as nuevo Nuevo Mexican transplant. More accurately, it's about one small part, as I settle down and settle in, still being somewhat stubbornly - Big City me.)

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I have a confession to make. I’m not from the Enchanted State. (Which actually, anyone who’s met me has pretty much figured out in about two seconds.) Worst yet, I’m from a big city...Chicago...yeah, I said it. (Again, I’m guessing the born and bred folks here got that pegged as well.)

I’m a recent New Mexico transplant, living in Socorro, about half way between Albuquerque to the north and Las Cruces to the south. I've had a long-distance affair with this glorious locale for several years.  I love the same things all newbies do -- the climate, the stupendous mountains all around, the endless skies, the stark, harsh beauty of the desert landscape, chiles green and red, small-town friendliness. But there is the niggling, unrelenting sense of loss I felt until recently.

About what, you ask? I was jonseing big time for one of the loves of my life -- a decent hotdog. It’s a point of personal pride that I hail from the homeland of said delight - Chicago. Speak to me not of the feeble New York Nathan’s, nor whatever it is underneath all that chili in Cincinnati. I am a worshipper of the Vienna-brand dog, pure-beef, and served in the only proper and proscribed manner -- NO KETCHUP, and preferably dragged in the garden.

Ah yes, Let me elucidate - the ideal dog is as follows: one hundred percent pure beef - no swine involved, thank you, steam cooked and placed in a soft, fluffy bun, preferable the Mary-Ann brand. The glorious extruded meat treat is then “dragged in the garden” - covered with yellow mustard,  (Don’t get me started on Grey Poupon.) chopped white onion, radiation-green relish, tomato wedge,  crisp, garlicky, Kosher-style pickle, and hot sport peppers, and finally, sprinkled all over with with celery salt.

On that fateful day, as I pulled into the drive-in section of our local Sonic, my heart began to pitty-pat. Here in the land of frito pie, green-chile cheeseburgers, matanzas, and independent tamale entrepreneurs, I saw the signboard -- “Chicago-style hot dog” which meant, perhaps, edible balm for my soul. I nervously leaned out my car window to place my order - Dear God, so close. I didn’t want to risk disappointment, but I had to try and see if the deities had answered my silent prayer -  my own personal beef manna from heaven. Is this a rave out? Oh, hell, yes!

Dearest readers, it would be a travesty to ignore this bite of Chicago goodness. In the words of Penn Gillette, “Sweet Juicy Jesus!!” Blasphemy or no, these dogs look right, smell right, taste divine; with the snap of the frank perfect and toothsome, the onions savory, sweet with a hint of sharpness, and all the trimmins’ as they should be. And the bun, Mary Ann, and it’s smushed in the pics because someone had their mitts wrapped around it too tightly...namely, me.

Sonic ain’t a place to while away the hours, or hold hands over candlelight. But for me, it’s Hot Dog Heaven, pure and simple. And the fries! The width of two #2 pencils, crispy, sapid on the inside, oily luscious and served with a lashing of salt. P.S. the only drinks are the usual soda suspects...but you can get a chocolate shake worthy of another article.

4 comments:

AlvaradoFrazier said...

You had me at the photo, kept salivating until the end.

I had a Chicago Dog a few years ago on an unintended layover in Chicago. I have to agree, the absolute best of all the big cities.

Although I gave up red meat I broke down and got a Chicago style dog at Pink's in LA. Close by not the same.

And what is a frito pie?

msedano said...

órale, lisa. chicago dogs are the cat's meow.

wheat eaters might enjoy my style dawg: wrap in lettuce leaves in place of bread. good stuff.

ERNEST HOGAN said...

It's a good sign when a writer can make you hungry.

Lisa Alvarado said...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frito_pie