When he visits, my very limited time with Mr. Limanowski is precious. So precious, in fact, that we are often forced to fit a lot of plan into a little day. Sometimes this means eating hot dogs for breakfast. Despite my storied past of irresponsible eating, I can honestly say that the idea of this was even a bit much for me.
Alex and I have been on a quest to eat at Hot Doug's for years. Years, I say! It's a bit of a hike for us to get there, and in the past, missed planes, their limited hours (especially those for duck fat fries!) and my employer not recognizing "encased meats" as a legitimate excuse to miss work, have hindered that quest. At last, the stars aligned. I had promised my man Doug's, and we had one day to make it to this oft-touted sausage store. This was our chance.
Hot Doug's is open Saturday mornings at 11:00 am. Alex and I got there around 11:30 am and there was already a line to the back of the building. After years of waiting for my dog, what's another 1/2 hour? Wait we did, and finally it was our turn to order (from Doug himself!) One foie gras and duck sausage, topped with truffle aioli, for me; one Saucisse de Morteau, topped with smoked gouda, for the gentleman; and for the table, duck fat fries and a celery soda. That's right, celery soda. And if you're curious, it tastes like celery. And, the food, you ask? The food ruled my world.
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| The Place! |
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| So eager to eat, I couldn't bother to wake up. |
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| A mind warp because of this... |
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| Foie gras and foie gras. |
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| Saucisse de Morteau and gouda. |
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| He thought someone was trying to steal his fries? |
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| Table action. |
P.S. According to Hot Doug's Twitter, Doug Sohn, the Doug, now has a book coming out. He will be speaking and signing books on June 30th at 10:00 am at 213 W. Institute Pl. There will also be samples, while they last. Get on it!
