At the behest of many here, I drove out to G&J's in this evening's rain. As indicated previously, a little tricky getting there, but WOW! Where have I been all these years?
A heavenly experience. A great, great dog with excellent snap--and the perfect size (I'm not a big fan of the fat type, a la Superdawg).
Minor complaint: Two dogs are just the right meal for me, but since they come with a ton of fries, I can't even get through one of the batches. I ended up throwing a whole fistful away, which I felt bad about. Not their fault.
Big plaudit: the no-ketchup philosophy. I love places with a point of view like this, even when it goes against commonly accepted tastes.
It reminds of a place I once went to in Montreal, called Moe's, a very gritty corner sandwich shop that's been around for years (sometimes written about by Mordecai Richler). They're well-known for a sandwich called "The Special," which is alternating slices of fried bologna and fried salami on toasted bialy bottoms (I recall another sandwich called "The Tops" which is some other concoction so that the bialy tops shouldn't go to waste God forbid). Anyway, "The Special" was conceived by Moe to have a nice slathering of mustard on it, so the sandwich automatically comes with it. There's a note written in all seriousness on the menu, directed at those who would dare go against Moe's concept and ask for "The Special" without it--"Sandwiches ordered without mustard are 50 cents EXTRA."
There's a man with a point of view.
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