You know what we all need more of? Tubular meat.
There is an abundance of hot dogs around here, but none of them is particularly good. Certainly not gourmet. (What? Hot dogs can be gourmet. Shut up.) I mean, anyone can walk into a Wawa and grab a 99-cent wiener and it will be ok. It might even hit the spot. But it’s not a destination dog. It’s not a “Ooh, I really want a hot dog for lunch!” dog. It’s a “while I’m here, I’ll grab a dog” dog.
This is not the case at My Three Sons Hot Dog and Beer Emporium. Big name for a little place. But, y’know, it fits. It is, in fact, a beer emporium. There’s an entire case of craft and local brews and I’m told that although there aren’t any ciders representin’, there will be. (There’s also a case of Hank’s soda and bottled water, too.)
For me, though, it wasn’t the beer that lured me in; it was the promise of a crazy good hot dog. (And let’s face it, a hot dog only needs to be mediocre at best to lure The Who in. He was game from the moment I mentioned it.)
Let me talk to you first about the vinyl tile on the floor. Just go with me. It’s grass, you guys. It’s like, each individual tile is printed with a macro photograph of green, green grass. And then the ceiling is painted sky blue. (You see where I’m going with this, right?) Then there are these impossibly shiny shellacked picnic tables and an old-school hot dog cart parked near the door, stocked with straws, condiments, and utensils. It’s a kicky little place.
The menu is limited, but delicious. If you want anything other than a hot dog, you’re out of luck. There are no alternatives and no vegetarian options, but what they do have is stellar. The hot dog is 10″. Ten. Inches. And it’s stuffed into a custom-sized, pillow-soft bun. The owner tells me that he makes regular pilgrimages to New York to buy the dogs and you can tell by the snap when you bite into it that it’s quality stuff. There are probably 10 or 15 different kinds of dogs you can get, including the one with chili, cheese, and crushed Fritos (which is the one I got) and the one with homemade sauerkraut and melted Swiss (which is the one I brought home for m*.) The dogs are all named after the cities that made them famous. Like the ‘Troit, which is “topped with onions, mustard, and our renowned, illustrious Detroit Sauce – consisting of a blend of ground beef, tomato sauce, chili powder, and unique, proprietary seasoning!” Proprietary seasoning! That sounds enticing, doesn’t it? The “Cally” has fresh avocados on it and I personally can’t wait to try the “Emerald” which has cream cheese and Sriracha (among other things.)
Here’s the downlow: if you’re local and you enjoy a mouthful of wiener (just stop it right now), go to My Three Sons and have lunch. Bring your kid because he will like it too. Even love it. Mine did.
Tell ya what. The friendly guys at My Three Sons will even give a free dog to one lucky commenter. That’s a 6-buck value (these are not cheap dogs, but they’re worth it.) You can even comment and win if you’re not local and donate your win back to the pool. I’ll make sure someone gets to use it. So, let me know what you love about hot dogs. Or what you love about beer. Or what you love about homemade macaroni salad (because they got that, too!) and I’ll enter you into the contest.
Like their Facebook page and tell me that you did, and I’ll enter you twice. Link to this post on your own blog and tell me you did and I’ll enter you yet again!
Also? I am totally going there as soon as I publish this post. I think I’ll try the LaMontagne today (with a side of minty gum for after!)
***I was not compensated in any way for this review. I’m not even getting a free dog outta the deal, though The Who did get a free gummy hot dog candy. I don’t think it was in exchange for anything, though.