Robyn lives in Columbia Heights and writes for The Express and The Onion amongst other publications. You can find her asking odd questions to random bar patrons (for Express’s Out There section), reporting on DC general happenings and openings, or enjoying a glass of scotch at the Ruby Tuesday on 14th and Monroe.
Overheard in DC:
“Hey have you been to [trendy DC burger joint]? It’s amazing. They serve watermelon and corn instead of fries.”
“Fries are soooo passé. [another trendy DC burger joint] has a burger with pickled diakon and carrots.”
“Oh yeah? Well I waited in the line at [yet another trendy DC burger joint] for an hour and a half. It was so worth it.”
And the burger food snob battle ensues.
The DC burger craze is in full effect. With the openings of Z Burger, Ray’s Hell-Burger and Good Stuff Eatery and the fast pace at which a new Five Guys opens (eerily reminiscent of Starbucks five years ago), DC’s foodies are starting to discuss a burger as intricately as they would an expensive Cabernet. As a Columbia Heights resident who (gasp!) doesn’t adore burgers, I feel ostracized and a little sad. Not sad for vegetarians, or even cows for that matter. I’m upset that the influx of trendy meat patty places means that it’s sorely-looked-over fast food counterpart, the hot dog, is being pushed deeper and deeper into hamburger’s shadow. Thankfully, the Petworth/Columbia Heights area has many delicious options to get a hot dog, or a hot dog inspired, meal. For all my fellow closeted anti-burger friends living in this corner of Northwest, here is a guide to the best hot dog (ish) eats our hood has to offer.
[Note: the omission of Ben's Chili Bowl’s famous half-smokes is no mistake. These options listed are strictly Petworth and Columbia Heights. Of course Ben's Chili Bowl has one fantastic hot dog, duh.]
1) The Foot Long Hot Dog at Wonderland Ballroom: At the Columbia Heights version of Cheers (where everyone knows your name if your indie rock knowledge is on par with them), you can get a sloppy, wonderful mess of a hot dog with your choice of toppings. While it might not look like the most appetizing meal (it’s only 3 bucks during happy hour – what do you expect?), the chili cheese dog begs to be devoured sans a napkin and any manners whatsoever. Let’s unite in sloppy hot dog consumption – if at least just to scare off the popped-collared overgrown frat kids that only inhabit Wonderland for street cred.
2) Foot Long Fish Dog & Fries at Red Derby: Yes, it sounds weird. But eccentric is what Red Derby does best (where else can you down a Woo Woo! shot while watching an Eastern European silent film on projector?), and the fish dog is no exception. The battered cod is served with lettuce, tomato, onion and tartar sauce, crammed into a hot dog bun and placed perfectly atop a pile of fries (you can substitute sweet potato for a couple bucks extra – highly recommended). Think of it as a deconstructed fish-n-chips.
3) Gypsy Kielbasa at Domku: I know what you’re thinking: “Hey! No processed tube-shaped meat in bun, no hot dog label!” But I had to stretch the hot dog classification boundaries a bit just to wave a flag to one of the best carnivorous sandwiches you can get in DC. The smorgasbord of random ingredients doesn’t exactly sound like a match made in heaven: spicy kielbasa, onions, red peppers, arugula, spicy mustard and blue cheese in ciabatta bread. But, believe me, Domku’s Slavic/Scandinavian version of a hot dog is pure sandwich harmony. I seriously fell in love with this odd sandwich. I didn’t want to part with it, and when I did (by devouring it), I felt dumped and broken hearted. The sandwich might not evoke this emotion with everyone, but you may get quite attached. Continues after the jump.
4) Five Guys: If you can’t beat them, join them, or at least try their hot dogs without judging too harshly. After two tries (the first one was in the wee hours and all I wrote was an illegible FOOD HOT YUM), I declared the verdict as good…OK, it’s great. F*#$ing fantastic even. It’s cut vertically before cooking, which means more surface for grilling, and slightly charred the way a damn good hot dog should. The result is a crispy, greasy dog that’s definitely NOT the way mom used to make it (I don’t know about yours, but mine just boiled them). Not to encourage more chain restaurants, but I won’t be upset if Five Guys keeps up the gradual takeover of DC.
Any other local hot dog (or dogish) meals one can get? Or underdog food finds I should try next? Since Gypsy Kielbasa dumped me, I’m on the prowl.
Category: Guest Post, Restaurants
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Best fish tacos in town. Yuca and horchada aren't too bad either.
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I think 20 years from now we will say..."ew"
“Let’s unite in sloppy hot dog consumption – if at least just to scare off the popped-collared overgrown frat kids that only inhabit Wonderland for street cred.”
Sweet mother Mary parental unit of Christ! Will someone please explain to me what in PoP’s name being a brother/sister/pledge/alumni of a fraternity has to do with:
A) Enjoying disgustingly delicious Hood-Food
B) Enriching the eclectic mixture of patrons frequenting our neighborhood
C) The continuous and largely undeserved social crucifixion the “Greek” community endures
First of all, If a Frat-Boy ever took you home and never called, made fun of you at the dining hall, didn’t extend you a pledge, insulted your carefully crafted thrift store fashion sensibilities, or accidentally beamed you during a game of ultimate frisbee: As a alumni of the Kappa Sigma fraternity I’ll take the blame for the rest of the Greek community and extend and over arching “I’m sorry”, please take your base. That being said, none of those instances are unique to our ranks and we’d appreciate it if all the haters out there could take their balled up post-teenage angst and work it out on someone else. I love this neighborhood, I love its dive-bars, I love its questionable street food, I love this blog, and most of all I’d love if we could all get over how cool we all are and just go ahead and extend the olive branch.
…and finally one last jab from the fratastic: what abomination of tight jeaned, fixed gear’d, snooty elitist nonsense does the apparition of “Indie Street Cred” take form in? …oh wait, never mind.
XOXO,
FlipFlopirate – your friendly neighborhood bike ridin, music lovin, heavy drinkin, overall wearin, red state democratic votin, blog rantin, formerly popped collar frat boy.
I think as long as you’ve un-popped your collar everything should be fine.
Get a dog at Twist Again. The pretzel joint out in K-Ram. They make it nice and plump, little bit of chopped jalapeno and a smokey dressing sauce (is it called hoisin?). Best of all, comes with a pitcher of ‘Boh, a side of waffle fries (like the ones from Wendy’s or Arbys). Recommended to get there early cuz they’re only serving enough to feed 200 people A DAY. So if you don’t call ahead, or reserve a table, you’ll do what I usually end up doing, make friends with the staff and get a freebie.
Flip flop – relax, dude.
Perfectly relaxed, I just hadn’t chased a windmill in a while…
Robyn, good good good stuff! I like to have a dog for an appetizer, a burger for the main course, and another dog for dessert…
ps. The Eastern European movie in Red Derby is not silent. The sound is not on.
food critic that admits to patronizing ruby tuesday. very brave.
What the hell is a popped collar?
Note Brightwood Bistro has an expensive hot dog as well.
i *heart* flip flop pirate (in this instance anyway)…
kudos from another reformed collar popping southern frat boy
Ex-frat boy here… man hipsters are so elitist. The funny thing is anyone can come go to Georgetown and be welcomed with open arms, but just as this “guest posters” post said: “where everyone knows your name if your indie rock knowledge is on par with them.” This, in essence, is the hypocrisy of some hipsters. Some of them pretend to be worldly and oh-so-comfortable anywhere, when in reality they’re just very self-conscious and desperately trying to fit in… and end up seeming very elitist.
I am comfortable in my own shows, and would be happy for you to come anywhere I hang out and would gladly have a beer with you and make conversation. Can the same be said for you, “Robyn”? Or would you just hate “frat boys” and “people from the suburbs”… just because?
FlipFlopirate said it better than I could hope to. You nasty hipsters really have a persecution complex, don’t you? We’re sorry that your state school didn’t have Greek letter organizations. And we’re sorry you get dirty looks from regular folk on the rare occasions when you venture into Georgetown.
By the way, no one with any class has popped a collar since at least 2003.
I hate to jump in here but relax. Just breath. I was in a fraternity too. But that is not really the point of this article. It is about the hot dog tasting options around town. I mean c’mon. For real? Seriously? We’ve had these discussions before. Move on. Let’s get our heads back in the game. And the game is hot dogs!
Humbly,
PoP
Off the beaten path but and I ve only seen them at National Airport but Auntie Annies makes hot dog in the pretzel roll (ala pigs in a blanket)…good…needs mustard tho
I am very sorry to have riled up the masses, I should have added that I deeply respect all of Robyn’s hood-food choices, have indulged in most of them, and look forward to trying the rest… but my post was getting long and I hate those. Moreover, I didn’t mean to sound a call to arms frat v. hipster, greek v. geek, or anything else, I mostly wanted to decisively suggest that we’re all beautiful snowflakes and should enjoy a frosty one without predjudice. NOW: lets get back to nonsensical discussions of the DC metro area’s best bar food.
Anyone ever checked out the Mussel and Belgian selection at Doc Moores? not exactly your average dive bar food but certainly some of my favorite.
Not CH or Petworth, but worth mentioning: Toledo Lounge now serves corn dogs. Not in the ironic hipster way – in the corn dogs effing rock way.
Apologies. The only things I meant to offend were hamburgers.
But if one can’t poke a little fun at hipsters OR fratboys what’s a snarky writer to do?
I’ll check out all hot dogs suggestions mentioned (though maybe not Auntie Annies, I’ve had a bad pretzel or two there).
oh come on, PoP! the frat boy gets cleared for like ninety long-winded messages and i can’t get a single blowjob joke posted?
For the record, I went to school with Robyn and she’s a hottie. I saw a rugby boy break plates in his kitchen because she didn’t call him back. (Rugby boys at AU are pretty much the equivalent of frat boys). And like you frat boys don’t know that you have a stigma. Puh-lease. Get over yourselves.
As far as hotdogs go… I like myself a good disgusting street vendor dog covered in ketchup and onions. mmmmm.
I mean, really? This is actually happening? Seriously, if I threw a hissy fit everytime someone made a comment about my overpriced denim, my preference for ‘s first album, and my perfectly-groomed-to-be-just-disheveled enough facial hair, I’d spend all my time upset and blogging about it and then I’d *never* make it to H Street to see .
A wise man once said “Blessed are those who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never cease to be amused.” Then again, Stephen Malkmus said of hipsters “Please continue with your hilarious attempts to one-up each other with fifth grade insults as you try on your sister’s jeans, frat boys.” I guess we’re all in it together.
I personally applaud Robyn’s efforts to further the ingestion of processed mystery meat. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go to Domku like NOW because that looks amazing, and I’ll be ordering their most expensive beer and pretending like I can really taste the difference. I expect it to be roofie free. (I’m looking at you, Flip Flop)
So apparently using ‘greater than’ and ‘less than’ sings makes the site think I’m posting HTML. It should have read like this:
I mean, really? This is actually happening? Seriously, if I threw a hissy fit everytime someone made a comment about my overpriced denim, my preference for *insert any band here*’s first album, and my perfectly-groomed-to-be-just-disheveled enough facial hair, I’d spend all my time upset and blogging about it and then I’d *never* make it to H Street to see *insert band from Brooklyn here*.
A wise man once said “Blessed are those who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never cease to be amused.” Then again, Stephen Malkmus said of hipsters “Please continue with your hilarious attempts to one-up each other with fifth grade insults as you try on your sister’s jeans, frat boys.” I guess we’re all in it together.
I personally applaud Robyn’s efforts to further the ingestion of processed mystery meat. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go to Domku like NOW because that looks amazing, and I’ll be ordering their most expensive beer and pretending like I can really taste the difference. I expect it to be roofie free. (I’m looking at you, Flip Flop)
And in one last mia culpa, apparently Malkmus never said that. But dammit I do think he’d agree.
I’m going to go think of a new screen name now.