The Genuine Hot Dog
It was with a heavy heart matched with an overly optimistic tiki shirt that I bade farewell to Gran Canaria after an excellent week that was topped off by a splendid wedding celebration for Kathryn and Rene. ALL THE CONGRATULATIONS, my friends.
The wedding banquet had been a riot of knockout canapes – the steak tartare was one of the best I’ve had – followed by a satisfying chateaubriand, then a mountainous cheese table meaning that restaurant high notes were unlikely to be found to match that on my remaining time on the island.
On my journey home I was in need of one final snack at the well-appointed airport. I headed for The Genuine Hot Dog stand.
There I found a simple showcase of Oscar Mayer hotdogs and various accompanying snacks. Their meal deal featured a dog, some crisps and a drink from which I chose water, although I could have had local lager favourite Tropical if I could have stomached it, which I couldn’t have.
The dog was topped with crisped onions, mustard and ketchup as standard. It proved a good eat with a decently meaty sausage with a nicely light smokiness to it. The roll it was served in was spongy and bordering on the unpleasant, though.
The crisps were called ondulados jamon which felt like a very satisfying way to describe crinkly ham. They were pretty good too. The water was water. It seemed a fair enough deal for €7.50.
So overall, The Genuine Hot Dog did what it said on the tin. The dog was good, I liked the crisps and it was a decent snack deal ahead of a snoozy flight home. I enjoyed Gran Canaria a lot and hope to be back in the future for more honey rum, wrinkly potatoes, and Tovar-Hays family fun.