On this dreary Sunday, I dragged myself out of the apartment and went for a run up Polk Street. Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon the Polk Street Blues Festival! Turnout was pretty lousy due to the weather, but I counted no fewer than three corn dog stands in about as many blocks. Are corn dogs the next cupcake??
After debating whether to keep on moving along, I succumbed to curiosity and stopped for a corn dog at Aunt Betty's. I admit, what pushed me off the fence was the size of the corn dog and the fact that it looked fresh and fluffy. I picked the Louisiana hot sausage option. The gentleman manning the tent couldn't have been any nicer. He said it was a solid 6 out of 10, and that if I found it too spicy I could come back for a normal dog.
Of course, no replacement dog was needed. The hot sausage had just the right amount of heat for me: enough to stand up to all the breading, with some residual heat that built up in my mouth after I was done with the corn dog, but not enough heat to make my eyes water. And the batter? Wow. I don't think I'd had a real corn dog until today. The batter was crispy around the outside, hot and fluffy on the inside, with plenty of corn flavor but none of the grittiness of poorly made corn bread. The entire dog was beyond filling, but I heartily recommend Aunt Betty's to anyone who sees them at future street fairs.