

Brown’s Cel-Ray), main course (pastrami sandwich), salad course (coleslaw), dessert (hot dog).īefore Nathan’s, there was Feltman’s, as in Charles Feltman, the man credited as the first to wrap a bun around a frank and call it a Coney Island red hot circa 1867. In fact, some deli aficionados we know go to Katz’s solely for the dogs, while other super-fressers consider a proper full-course dinner chez Katz to consist of the following: amuse-bouche (hot dog), appetizer (potato knish), intermezzo (swig of Dr. Everything you want in a hot dog, you see, you’ll find at Katz’s: a good amount of char some flavor-enhancing mojo imparted by a greasy old griddle the essential natural-casing snap the tongue-tingling jolt of salt and a garlic-forward blend of spices that finds its gustatory counterpoint in the soft, bland roll that cradles it.
HOT DOGS NEAR ME SERIES
And yet, as far as we’re concerned, if anything were to inspire someone to unleash a series of ecstatic yips and moans while dining at Katz’s, it would be the hot dogs. Our point is that, although it’s generally overlooked or forgotten, what Sally is having during the I’ll-have-what-she’s-having gag is a turkey sandwich, but most people remember it as pastrami. You can’t write blurbs about Katz’s without mentioning that scene from When Harry Met Sally - well, you can, but suppose you couldn’t. Here, then, are the absolute best hot dogs in New York, and some excellent places to eat them in. Size matters: Sleek and streamlined usually beat big and bulky, but balance and proportion and dog-to-bun ratio is all.

What do we look for in a hot dog besides good meat spicy, smoky flavor and zingy condiments? For one, a natural casing that seals in not only the juice but the smoke, and snaps like fire kindling when you bite into it. And even condiment purists have got to admit that we’re living in a golden age of hot-dog toppings, and that when spooned and squirted onto a frank, kimchee and Kewpie mayo go together like bacon and eggs.

(A tip: ride first, then eat.) Thanks to the superb work of new-wave butchers, who buy hormone-and-antibiotic-free beef and pork that come from contented cows and pigs, and cure and smoke their own hot dogs, you no longer have to feel bad or afraid before you tuck into a tube steak. Has there ever been a better time to eat a frankfurter? Feltman’s, the world’s first bunned wiener, is back where it belongs on Coney Island, right next to the Cyclone roller coaster. Everything you want in a hot dog at Katz’s.
