I am an American and I Eat Hot Dogs
Saturday, January 24th, 2004
by Paul DeGeorge

Red Dogs Cart, Downtown Crossing, Boston, MA

1 x ¼ lb dog with onions and spicy mustard on a sausage bun, $2.50

Ugh. I am almost entirely convinced that the Joe and Nemo's Hot Dog King in Downtown Crossing is no longer operational. I must have poked my head around that corner about a half dozen times in the past year, only to be denied by a darkened booth. The worst part is that after the rejection, I have already psyched myself up for a hot dog, and I end up turning to Red Dogs for comfort.

Now there are two Red Dogs carts in Downtown Crossing. I went to the one run by the woman, right across from Joe and Nemo's. There are also two problems I have with Red Dogs. First, the dogs are not red. Red dogs do, in fact, exist, but they are not served here. Second, despite being called Red Dogs, they are more of a sausage stand. And that is what sucks. The dogs get cooked on this greasy sausage grill and come out with all that greasy sausage flavor. If that isn't bad enough, I'm dumb and I ask for onions. Of course, they are the sautéed onions that you would put on a sausage, not the crispy fresh onions you put on hot dogs. Why don't you just punch me in the face? The dog made me all depressed. It's not even like Joe and Nemo's are that great, but at least they know some rudimentary hot dog etiquette. I should know better. I must learn, next time get the gyro around the corner.