So, besides herring sandwiches (which, sorry, BLECH) and lots of cheese, we didn’t really find any what you might call “indigenous cuisine” in the Netherlands. At least in Amsterdam, it seemed to be more like a melting pot cuisine-wise.

So, when we came across a hot dog cart near the Van Gogh museum, we thought let’s give it a try. This was the first (and only) hot dog cart I remember seeing the entire trip. You could order hot dogs in cafes in France – but who in their right mind would? Sorry France, I’m sticking to the croque madame.
So, we queued up with the group of middle school kids that were also crowding the cart. Here’s Oak with his final product:

It was kind of an interesting set up- the guy just asked how many hot dogs you wanted, and then he had a self-serve bar of different toppings. We pretty much loaded up with everything they had, which included the standard ketchup, mustard, and onions but some unusual things like: shredded cheese, dried fried onions (think French’s green bean casserole type onions), mayonnaise, and pickle chunks instead of relish. I don’t know if we were just hot dog deprived, or hungry, but these were pretty damn good:

I’d definitely do the French’s fried onions on a hot dog again – maybe there is a use for those things other than in green bean casserole. Nom nom!

Posted by Carrie on Monday, April 25, 2011
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