Yes, I know hot dogs are terrible, bla bla bla. I don’t care. Lots of things are terrible. A hot dog every once in a while isn’t going to kill me.

When I lived in the City of Kawartha Lakes at the turn of the century, one of my biggest treats on my occasional visits to nearby Toronto was getting a hot dog from a street vendor. When I was in Quebec in 2012, I fell back in love with a steamé all dressed, just about the epitome of the perfect hot dog in my book — cheap, savoury, and with a lovely mushy bun.

Tonight, I decided to walk into the village past 6:30 to get supper from a cart. I didn’t have to go far. There was a hot dog vendor set up next to where the chicken lady has her barbecue.

I decided to try one and was offered condiments and agreed to tomato, onion, and mustard. A spot of relish instead of tomato would have made this  the best hot dog I have ever had!!! The problem with a Quebec steamé is that the whole thing is steamed. I like the steamed bun. I’m not so crazy about the steamed dog. I prefer hot dogs seared in a little fat to give them extra flavour. This hot dog had a steamed bun and a seared wiener!

The cost was 13 pesos for a hot dog! Holy smokes! That brings me back to my dad reminiscing about the days he could buy a hot dog for a quarter and get change!

I’m going to get two next week. 🙂