Here is where memory fails me. I can’t for the life of me remember the name of the place we went to (also in Union) for Italian hot dogs. I think I repressed it, actually, so grossed out was I by these monsters. As you can see, they’re something else. I don’t know who came up with the idea to stuff a quarter of a ciabatta with hot dogs, griddled peppers and onions, and about a pound of fried potato slices, but he or she was a real sicko. The fact that the only other customers aside from us were morbidly obese did nothing to alter my judgment. Though I felt bad for wasting food, most of mine ended up in the bin.
Mystery Italian hot dog joint (Charlie’s?), Union NJ
Our next stop was the Galloping Hill Grill in Union. They get the onion ring award, plus they have birch beer (!), but the dogs themselves were a bit bland and served on ridiculously thick, puffy rolls. Normally I’d welcome some good, chewy bread, but when you’re trying to eat at as many different places as possible, stomach space is not to be wasted lightly.
Galloping Hill Grill, 325 Chestnut Street, Union NJ
Wow. I can’t believe I forgot to post this. Better late than never, I suppose. To bring you up to speed: We went out to Jersey one afternoon and ate a bunch of hot dogs. Not as much as we would have liked, but enough to make us thoroughly sick of them at the conclusion of the event. The hands-down winner (in my opinion) was Jersey City’s Boulevard Drinks, a tiny old-school joint. The dogs are the small, very snappy kind that I love, and they have some killer homemade chili (thin, spicy, and vinegary) that’s not greasy or gunky. Above you see the excellent facade and a bit of one of Al’s dogs. Next up: The Galloping Hill Grill.
Boulevard Drinks, 48 Journal Square, Jersey City, NJ 07306