If ever there was a food void in Utah, I’d have to say it’s a good hot dog. Even at the ballpark, the hot dogs are, well, okay. But they’re not amazing (although the pint of beer and the excitement of the game do make up for a lot).
So, finally, a hot dog joint in Salt Lake City. Brick and mortar even! I’d like you to meet RedHot.
By the all-recliner movie theatre in Sugarhouse, and boy they have some hipster fare. The Bahn Mi sandwich (no hot dog). The Chicken Wings (no hot dog). Poutine! With a helpful public service poster outside outlining what poutine is for us Yanks.
This shot, called “Kristina being a creeper but doing it anyways because Journalism,” shows us the hip interior and the four daily flavors of freshly squeezed lemonade. The menu, above Dude 1 and Dude 2’s heads, outlines 9 different hot dogs, including the Hawaii Five-O (bacon, pineapple salsa, teriyaki sauce and Japanese mayonnaise), the Little Tokyo (wasabi mayonnaise, teriyaki sauce and shredded seaweed), and the Reservoir Dog Burrito (bacon, corned beef, chili and cheddar cheese).
In my book though, if we can’t NAIL a hot dog with just ketchup and mustard then we needn’t bother with the fancy stuff. The bread was soft and fresh, which is critical. The dog had good flavor and good bite. The ketchup and mustard were, well, as expected.
If you opt for the “plate” then it adds a dollar to your order and you get french fries. So obv you get the plate. The fries are battered and stay chewy and crunchy even after a drive home. They are greasy though (because batter), and the biggest tragedy here is that they don’t sell beer to sop up all that fry oil.
Is it the best hot dog I’ve ever had? No. But darned sure hit the spot. And considering the quick dining options in the area, it was perfect. Might even head that way again this weekend for a post-yardwork hot dog.
Takeout, because I’ve got beer at home.