Baseball and ballpark franks
So far, the hotdogs at the ballparks have been underwhelming, at best. Not bad, but not great. As Bogey noted, “a hotdog at the ball game is better than roast beef at the ritz.” That much is true.
On the way westward, down Indian School Road, I saw an ad and pin drop for hot dog place with distinct local color.
Cheaper than dogs at the ball park, but far better?
Sinola hotdog and we had a moment about pronunciation, my restaurant-border patois mixed with French. So much for any South San Antonio street cred.
I’m not sure, but I think it was crushed up Cheetos as the final topping. A brilliant selection of mayo, pico, hot sauces, and then cheese-like crunch, probably Cheeto dust, liberally applied on top.
Language barrier again, I ordered a bottle of Mexican Coke and wind up with a Big Gulp of regular coke.
No complaints. Great food. After local ballpark prices? Great food at a low price. Flavor, ambience, language barriers, what more could a tourist ask for?
Grilled jalapeño as a garnish?
Baseball and ballpark franks
Baseball and ballpark franks
Baseball and ballpark franks
Hotdog at the ballgame
