Two-Meat Platter at Heirloom Market BBQ

Hard smoke. It’s an expression I didn’t use before I dined at Heirloom Market. Because Heirloom uses a combination of four woods to cook their meats, it imparts a flavor unlike any other I’ve tasted. With their slabs of juicy brisket and wide array of house-made sausages, the food here harkens back to the owner’s Texas roots. But saying this discounts his Korean-born wife’s contributions, which include galbi (short ribs) and kimchi (pickled vegetables). So, for a number of reasons, it’s easier to say Heirloom serves its own unique brand of BBQ. A word of warning: this closet-sized restaurant will always have a line out the door and it’s all but guaranteed to run out of food early (there were no ribs on my first visit). It’s also impossible to leave here without getting heavily perfumed by smoke. I’m not complaining though. If Calvin Klein bottled the scent, I’d probably spritz myself with it twice daily. Heirloom Market BBQ, 2243 Akers Mills Road, Atlanta, GA (770) 612-2502 • heirloommarketbbq.com

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The New Combo Meal

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Behind the counter at Pita Republic, Atlanta, GA

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Show Me Your Titles

Drunken tourists aren’t the only thing you’ll find in the French Quarter. If you head down sleepy Toulouse Street, you might stumble upon the whimsically named Kitchen Witch, just as I did one afternoon.

Despite what you might think, Kitchen Witch isn’t one of the many occult shops you’ll see around town. It’s simply a store filled floor-to-ceiling with new and used cookbooks that represent every imaginable cuisine. French and Italian, you got it. Cajun and Creole, you bet. Micronesian, most likely. Heck, they even sell essential spices for $5 a jar and jugs of local tap water for $20 a gallon (because apparently you can’t make a good roux without it). 

While smaller than your average Waldenbooks, I spent close to an hour browsing Kitchen Witch’s shelves and thumbing through my finds. Ultimately, I ended up leaving not with a cookbook, but with Sara Roahen’s wonderful “Gumbo Tales.” As I ate my way through New Orleans’ old standards, her book gave me terrific insight into how these dishes came about.

So should you find yourself in the Quarter — and don’t feel like giving into its temptations — why not pop into Kitchen Witch? After all, no one’s ever woken up with a regrettable tattoo because they binged in a bookstore. Though if this could happen anywhere, it’d most certainly happen in New Orleans.

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Cold Comfort

Growing up, one of the sweetest parts of summer (literally) were impromptu visits from the ice cream man. When my friends and I heard the gentle tinkling of music that announced his arrival, we’d drop everything and run down to the sidewalk for Bomb Pops and Push-Ups.

As an adult, I’ve done the same thanks to Twitter. Knowing the location of Atlanta’s roving King Of Pops has sent me dashing out of my office in search of paletas, those Latin-inspired popsicles. So when I was in Nashville this past weekend and withering from the heat, I set out in search of local fave Las Paletas.

Unlike the pushcart King of Pops, Las Paletas has a fixed location in the gentrifying 12South neighborhood. Also unlike King Of Pops, the options were staggering. While King Of Pops only has five or so flavors on any given day, Las Paletas has almost 20! It was hard choosing just one, but I finally settled on a Strawberry Blueberry paleta. It was unbelievably fruity and sweetly tart, as it was made with pulped berries instead of juice.

Truth be told, I probably would’ve grabbed another pop if my first hadn’t melted faster than I could eat it. But that’s what made Las Paletas perfect for a steamy Sunday. Just like those treats I enjoyed as I was a kid, they provided a brief, yet frosty reprieve from summer’s sizzle.

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Apparently Regular Ol’ French Toast Just Wasn’t French Enough

Croissant French toast with powdered sugar and maple syrup, Marché Artisan Foods, Nashville, TN

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What Tastes Like Ranch Dressing, Mustard and Pepper? The Weirdest BBQ Sauce I’ve Ever Had.

Smoked chicken plate with "cornbread" and potato salad, Martin's Bar-B-Que Joint, Nolensville, TN

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Why Do All His Recipes Call For “Oregano?”

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Diavolo Panini at Toscano and Sons Italian Market

While Toscano and Sons’ paninis may look simple — many are just three or four ingredients — the flavors are anything but. Take the Diavolo. It’s nothing more than spongy ciabata, paper-thin slices of hot capocollo and salami, plus a mild asiago. Yet in one bite, you get slightly sour notes from the bread, the pepperiness of the meats and a nutty finish thanks to the cheese. This delectable combo of quality ingredients, and an enticing shortlist of other paninis, has already compelled me to return twice more (in back-to-back visits, no less). Frankly, if anyone deserves to be called Sandwich Artists, it’s the guys behind the counter at Toscano and Sons. Toscano and Sons Italian Market, 1000 Marietta Street #106, Atlanta, GA (404) 815-8383 • toscanoandsons.com

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Let’s Be Frank(furter)

From backyard barbecues to major-league ballparks, few foods are as ubiquitous this time of year as the hot dog. And with the first day of summer upon us, I thought it was only appropriate to write about the season’s unofficial food.

Shockingly, Americans will eat over seven billion dogs between Memorial and Labor Day. But what do we really know about them? Certainly not what goes into them, which is probably for the best.

This got me thinking though. How did this meat-in-tube-form get its whimsical name? Where did the hot dog come from? And why do New Yorkers and Chicagoans despise each other’s franks as much as they dislike each other’s pizza?

It got its name from dogs. But not how you think.

For many years, it was widely believed that sportswriter and New York Evening Journal cartoonist Tad Dorgan coined the term hot dog. It’s said he was covering a New York Giants game when he heard a vendor pushing his “red-hot dachshunds.” Inspired, Dorgan doodled a wiener dog in a bun, which he labeled a “hot dog” due to his inability to spell dachshund.

It’s a nice story, but there are two problems with it. One, Dorgan wasn’t even living in New York when he was supposedly at the game. And two, there’s no record of the cartoon’s existence, despite the widespread availability of Dorgan’s work.

More likely, the name is the result of snarky college kids. Back in the 1890s, students at Yale were calling lunch-wagon fare hot dogs, largely due to the belief that they were made with dog meat. Not surprisingly, these clever kids even had a name for themselves: The Kennel Club.

Thank the Germans. And the Austrians. And the Poles. And the…

While the term hot dog probably originated in a college town like New Haven, actual hot dogs came from European immigrants. They’d been enjoying sausages since Roman times and brought their love for them to America in the mid-19th century. In fact, the names frankfurter and wiener come from two cities known for their prized sausages, Frankfurt and Vienna (known as Wien in German).

So how did the hot dog become a hot dog? The same way a hamburg steak became a hamburger — with a bun. While two German immigrants in St. Louis claimed to be the first to serve sausages nestled in bread, no one knows which person rightfully has that honor.

Regardless of where and when the hot dog was invented, there’s almost no debate on where it was popularized: Coney Island. Another German immigrant, a baker named Charles Feltman, was the most popular seller of what had become a boardwalk favorite. But it was his employee, Polish immigrant Nathan Handwerker, who helped bring the American hot dog to the world.

You see, when Feltman increased his price to a dime a dog, his clientele — including comedian Jimmy Durante — encouraged Handwerker to strike out on his own and undercut his boss by a nickel. His eponymous Nathan’s, now in all 50 states and four countries, opened in 1916.

How the sausage is made, so to speak.

That Nathan’s now has over 18,000 locations speaks to the hot dog’s enduring appeal. But Nathan’s version, the Coney Island-style kosher dog, is just one of many. At push carts and mom-and-pop joints all across the country, you’ll find tons of variations, including:

Kosher
New York area
This all-beef dog is the one that made Coney Island famous. Packaged in a natural or collagen casing that snaps as you bite it, Koshers are griddled and topped with spicy brown mustard, sauerkraut and cooked onions. The addition of relish, chili or ketchup is expressly forbidden.

Chicago-Style
Chicagoland
The Windy City’s all-beef dogs come “dragged through the garden.” This means they’re topped with raw onion, sweet relish, peppers, a pickle spear, tomato slices, yellow mustard and celery salt. Like in New York, ketchup is frowned upon. Unlike New York, Chicagoans prefer a poppy seed bun.

Half Smokes
Washington, D.C.
These kielbasa-like spicy sausages originated at the now legendary Ben’s Chili Bowl. Beloved by presidents and regular folks alike, half smokes are grilled and served in steamed buns, under a blanket of chili, mustard and diced raw onions. Fun fact: the name comes from its short smoking time, as well as its 50/50 mix of pork and beef.

Coney Islands
The Midwest
Brought to Detroit and the surrounding areas by Greek immigrants, who came via New York City. Grilled or steamed, these all-beef dogs can be skinless or come in a natural casing. Cradled in a steamed bun, Coney Islands are finished with a beanless Greek-style chili, mustard and chopped onions. Order one loaded and you’d get shredded cheddar cheese on top, too.

Sonorans
The Southwest
This latino take on an American institution appeared in the 1960s, making its way from Mexico to Tuscon and Phoenix. These bacon-wrapped dogs are grilled, then swaddled in a large, dense bun. Standard toppings include pinto beans, chopped tomatoes, onions, mustard and mayo. Other taco toppings are not uncommon.

Chili Dogs
Los Angeles
Believe or not, Angelenos consume more hot dogs than New Yorkers. This is largely credited to storied hot dog stands like Pink’s, who’ve been serving up their legendary chili dog since 1939. The wieners here are all beef, come in a natural casing and are garnished with onions, mustard and a meaty chili.

Puka Dogs
Hawaii
For a culture that adores SPAM, the puka dog shouldn’t surprise. Frankly, it’s more of a gimmick than a meal. First, a Polish sausage is grilled, then inserted in a large bun that’s had a hole (puka) punched into it by a device that also toasts the inside. While traditional toppings are available, funkier options abound — including guava mustard, tropical relishes, habanero peppers and a variety of special sauces.

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The Saddest Thing I’ve Ever Seen

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