The possibilities of the classic American burger having been if not exhausted, certainly exhaustively explored (I give you the excessive foie gras-laden Whiskey King eight-ouncer, adorned with maple bourbon glazed cipollini, Rogue bleu cheese, and applewood bacon now playing at Village Whiskey, priced at $24), it should not be all that startling that the town's trendier kitchens would eventually reach down a link on the food chain and grab hold of the hot dog - the innocent, unaffected Eliza Doolittle of our street foods.
It would not be illogical to have presumed that the everyday dog - these days, at least - would be enjoying a boom, its cheap and easy reputation appreciated anew in hardened times. But who woulda thought a counterintuitive trend would emerge - stagier, haute dogs, and at far steeper ($9 per) and un-franklike prices.