$4.00 – $5.00 a dog
Back to my old stomping grounds right off St. Marks, where we lived senior year and my daily calorie count went through the roof. Dogs can’t get more gluttonous than the souped up ones at Crif Dogs on 8th Street between 1st and Avenue A.
Don’t be intimidated by the night crowd that’s likely lounging around for the secret bar called PDT hidden behind the red phone booth. Focus on the dogs, because it honestly beats dealing with that PDT hostess. Do this instead: indulge in a dot or two then head over to Death and Co. two blocks south, where the wait may not be any better, it’s just as exclusive, but the owners are far friendlier.
In my opinion, every dog here is worth a try — maybe months apart to give your heart a break. But out of the inspiring menu of well over a dozen dressings, the Chihuahua is one of my favorites.
I’m an avocado and sour cream fan, so it might be a relatively simple selection, but a no-brainer for me.
Jay had the Spicy Red Neck with punchy jalapeno to kick the cole slaw up a notch. There’s definitely more flavor here than my Chihuahua, but it’s much heavier as well.
Anyway, it’s hard to get tired of this place, and you can’t really find anything else like it in the city. You’d think there would be, but places like Gray’s Papaya and Katz’s are just of a different breed.