And, for months now, we've both been calling it Worst Coochie and snickering about it every time. tater even came up with the greatest post title before we even went there -- "Worst Coochie, Best Sausage," which we improved together to "Worst Coochie, Best Wiener." I am disappointed I did not come up with this genius labeling first. Such a clever potato.
If you're not at least smirking, you should probably stop reading now.
Let's be frank. Wieners are fabulous. There's nothing like having a big boy burst in your mouth. Look at these luscious links.



It's a tiny place. Great for couples or take-out. Not good for groups.


As promised, I brought tater an array of watches.

If you don't know why, don't worry. If you do know why, I hope you're amused.
Our non-alcoholic wiener pairings.
Many suitable beers are available, too. Go ahead. Whet your appetite.



We opted for caramelized onions and hot peppers as our two complimentary toppings. Then we squirted on the mustard. Lots of different mustard. Mmm.

We also noshed on Belgian double-dipped fries with two sauces ($5.50). I couldn't tell they were double-dipped. They tasted like regular fries to me.
The bleu cheese, walnut, and bacon kicked the curry ketchup's ass.

Here is tater before cannibalizing fried taters.

The verdict? Both wieners were thick, plump, and succulent. Both had a good bite to them. But tater and I liked the rattlesnake and rabbit more than the duck and bacon.
Even though I love weenies, I just couldn't stuff more than one into myself.
Hold on. I need to laugh.
Ok. I'm ok now.
While I ordered a dog for Mr. Monkey, tater kindly packaged some mustard.
I brought Mr. Monkey an alligator and hickory smoked pork andouille. I had one bite. It wasn't as good and juicy as the ones tater and I shared. It was also too salty. So sad for Mr. Monkey.
But at least tater and I had fun eating sausage tonight.




