Was I the only one who always thought "being in the dog house" was a bad thing? Seriously … I would have engaged in a lot more mischievous hijinks as a kid if I had known that my only potential punishment was a mouth-watering, juicy sausage, smothered in grilled onions and jalapeno peppers, layered up with dijon mustard and curry ketchup, and placed gently on a crispy, sweet french roll. So for this week's grubbing session we knocked over a few mailboxes and spray-painted the cat blue … and landed ourselves in Pasadena's Dog Haus.
The place has a cool, open, classed-up vibe with long wood tables, a cart loaded up with hot dog fixins, and a giant menu board tempting you with a cornucopia of devilishly creative hot dog and sausage concoctions. Our grub mate H. Dawg, went for the Sooo Cali topped with mixed greens, diced tomatoes, crispy tempura fried onion strips, a spicy basil aioli, and avocado all loaded into a few soft squares of King's Hawaiian bread. If you've never had the super-soft Hawaiian delight … or never had a hot dog on it for that matter … you've never really lived.
Ourselves, we battled back and forth … resisting the desire to dive into one of their out-of-control (in a good way) hot dogs that are loaded up with toppings such as thick (and we mean thick … like "measure it with a ruler" thick) sliced bacon, eggs, and tatter tots ... or another with chili-con-carne and a sprinkle of Fritos chips. Eventually we landed on one of the house specials … the "Best of the Wurst" … we went with the bratwurst and loaded up the aforementioned grilled onions and jalapeno peppers. Everything was taste-tastic … from the flavor packed brat to the soaking-up-the-juices, just a-little-bit-of-sweetness and a-little-bit-of-crunch french roll.
To match up with our dogs, we went with an order of their super sized onion rings and the side dish of every 11 year old's dreams … tater tots. Now I know why Napoleon saved 'em up in his cargos pockets and was hesitant to give them away. These crispy, salty, cylindrical morsels of grub-delight are a magical accompaniment to any meal … a perfect device to dunk into that craving-inducing curry ketchup (seriously … if they don't have it out on the fixins cart … ask for it) and pop into your soon-to-be-dancing mouth.
Of course we also added a bottle of Mexican Coke to our order. Some say the deliciousness comes from the real sugar instead of corn syrup … others firmly believe it's the glass bottle that makes it so damn good. But deep down we all know the real reason … unicorn powder. Whatever it is, we just love the stuff … especially when you're matching it up with the gut-busting, mind-blowing, heaven-on-a-bun coming out of the Dog Haus. Each bite I felt myself channeling my inner Sean Connery and holding back the desire to shout out "You're the man now dog!" But it's true … and honestly Dog Haus, that's really the only way to describe it. You are … simply … the man.
The place has a cool, open, classed-up vibe with long wood tables, a cart loaded up with hot dog fixins, and a giant menu board tempting you with a cornucopia of devilishly creative hot dog and sausage concoctions. Our grub mate H. Dawg, went for the Sooo Cali topped with mixed greens, diced tomatoes, crispy tempura fried onion strips, a spicy basil aioli, and avocado all loaded into a few soft squares of King's Hawaiian bread. If you've never had the super-soft Hawaiian delight … or never had a hot dog on it for that matter … you've never really lived.
Ourselves, we battled back and forth … resisting the desire to dive into one of their out-of-control (in a good way) hot dogs that are loaded up with toppings such as thick (and we mean thick … like "measure it with a ruler" thick) sliced bacon, eggs, and tatter tots ... or another with chili-con-carne and a sprinkle of Fritos chips. Eventually we landed on one of the house specials … the "Best of the Wurst" … we went with the bratwurst and loaded up the aforementioned grilled onions and jalapeno peppers. Everything was taste-tastic … from the flavor packed brat to the soaking-up-the-juices, just a-little-bit-of-sweetness and a-little-bit-of-crunch french roll.
To match up with our dogs, we went with an order of their super sized onion rings and the side dish of every 11 year old's dreams … tater tots. Now I know why Napoleon saved 'em up in his cargos pockets and was hesitant to give them away. These crispy, salty, cylindrical morsels of grub-delight are a magical accompaniment to any meal … a perfect device to dunk into that craving-inducing curry ketchup (seriously … if they don't have it out on the fixins cart … ask for it) and pop into your soon-to-be-dancing mouth.
Of course we also added a bottle of Mexican Coke to our order. Some say the deliciousness comes from the real sugar instead of corn syrup … others firmly believe it's the glass bottle that makes it so damn good. But deep down we all know the real reason … unicorn powder. Whatever it is, we just love the stuff … especially when you're matching it up with the gut-busting, mind-blowing, heaven-on-a-bun coming out of the Dog Haus. Each bite I felt myself channeling my inner Sean Connery and holding back the desire to shout out "You're the man now dog!" But it's true … and honestly Dog Haus, that's really the only way to describe it. You are … simply … the man.
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