The last thing we had to do before leaving Vienna was have a street dog. But these aren't just any old dirty water dogs. No way, these are serious grilled specimens of highly spiced yumminess. Just look. I ordered the pikante, which meant spicey. YUMM. But, the best part. The Viennese have figured out a highly sought after device to solve the hotdog-bun conspiracy. You know, too much bun for your dog or too much dog for your bun.
Here's how it works. First, you take a yummy soft baguette and impale it on a huge spike so that there is now a hole in the center, which just happens to be the perfect size for a jumbo dog. Then, you fill the hole with spicy mustard. Then, insert dog. Perfect. No mustard leaks, no mess, the perfect street food. See how happy I look with my dog. Now that's the kind of dog I can live with. AMB and his ostrich . . . well . . . I'll stick with my dog. . .
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