In a previous hotdog roundup, I reviewed the Weinerschnitzel dog, and had little good to say about it. Well, I was passing by there recently, and seeing a sign advertising a fishstick dog, I thought I would give it another chance.
Well, they didn’t have the fishstick dog. Then I had my disappointment compounded yet again when I ordered their BBQ dog.
Weinerschnitzel managed to nail every single possible shortcoming. The meat was bland, the bacon hard, the bread stale, and they served the whole thing lukewarm. As the final feather in the failure cap, they called it a "BBQ" dog because it was covered in the nastiest treacly paste that anyone who has spent more than twenty minutes in Texas would never stoop to calling a barbecue sauce.
Weinerschnitzel BBQ Dog: Grade D minus
It’s almost futile to review the Mexican foodcarts. They’re as ephemeral as cottonwood fluff, nameless and transitory. If you happen to be in the neighborhood of the Yellow Rose Gentleman’s Club (and as a gentleman I’m sure you frequent it frequently), take a look a block or two north on Lamar and see if you can spot a little trailer that specializes in Mexican (Choby?) hotdogs, Mexican hamburgers (which contain pina or pineapple), and the ever-present breakfast tacos.
As you might expect, the hotdogs are wrapped in a coil of bacon.
The dog is loaded with more condiments than any two chicago dogs, crema, pico de gallo, and fried onions. It quickly devolved into a dripping mess that disappeared into my mouth too soon.
And on top of that is the ambiance. A picnic table in the Texas sun, surrounded by cavorting children. Certainly a pleasant change of pace from a hard day in the murk of the Yellow Rose.
Mexican Taco Cart Dog: Grade A minus
