I know they’re made out of weird animal odds and ends, and really, as an adult who occasionally is concerned with what she puts in her body, I should mistrust and dislike hot dogs… buuuuuuut, I just can’t. I friggin’ love ’em. I really do. I love hot dogs.
In Iceland, like New York City and Chicago (both whose dogs I’ve eaten), they’re pretty proud of their weiners. And rightfully so, because even though I only ate one icelandic hot dog during my trip, it was a great one.
SS Pylsan is the Oscar Meyer of Iceland and based on their ubiquitous SS logo, they seem to have a monopoly on the hot dog scene. Unlike regular ol’ American dogs, theirs have lamb meat added into the mystery meat mix, which is probably why they’re extra tasty. I like to eat my hot dogs however the locals do so I ordered mine with everything, which meant one long, skinny hot dog dressed up with a sweet remoulade, mustard-mayo mix and my favorite part, crunchy fried onions.
Cheap (definitely the cheapest thing I ate in Iceland), easy and delicious, if you forget about the hodge podge of animal parts that go into making a hot dog, what’s not to love about them? They’re great… all over the world!
If humans tasted as good as hotdogs I would eat my own kind too.
I’m pretty sure I taste like porkbelly. Not that I’m encouraging your hypothetical cannabalism.
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