The $69 hot dog
When I see the term "haute dog" the hair on the back my neck stands up and all kinds of warning flags appear. Add to this the involvement of a chef and you are looking at a recipe for disaster. Pretzel dough? Maybe for a change of pace, but I prefer a quality food service individually baked hot dog bun. White truffle butter, duck foie gras, black truffles, ketchup (gasp!), vidalia onions, and black truffle dijon mustard?!! Is there a frankfurter in there? I call this a witness protection hot dog. The frank is hidden and/or buried under all that garbage.
Let me give you some advice. If you're in the area, go to Papaya King, order a hot dog (which I guarantee is better than this abomination) and save yourself $67 and change. Unless of course the woman pictured is included in the $69. She should be for that price.
I'm begging you, please leave the hot dog alone. Don't desecrate it with your crazy inventions. It's not broke, don't fix it. Stick with what you do best, high end food.
The first red flag is that it's at Serendipity 3. The second is the crooked Bloomturd dining on it.
If I'm going to have foie gras, or truffles, I'm certainly not going to a) have them at a tourist trap of an ice cream shop, or b) have them on what is probably at best, a Sabrett or Hebrew National dog. Lastly, I'm certainly not going to top a hot dog off with ketchup. Ever.
Why do I have a feeling that they only women enjoying these atrocities are on the arms of fat-walleted buffoons?
ETA: Now that I've clicked on the additional pics, I see Bloomturd is showboating about what a "regular guy" he is by eating a $2 dirty water dog. The dog is my style, the mayor is not.
Meanwhile, if you click on that lovely picture of the lady holding the hot dog, you will be sent to other hot dog pictures including British PM Cameron and NY Mayor Bloomberg eating hot dog:
Like the article stated, this $69 hot dog is mostly popular among women.
The whole pitch is too full of "warning signs".
Besides, you don't buy a hot dog called at "haute dog" and you don't get it from a fancy chef.
You get it from a guy in a tank top with hairy arms who is probably named Nick or Vinnie.
Guys like this have sense enough not to use white truffle butter and duck foie gras.