Evil Wiener

«Wiener» is slang for «penis». There. I just thought we’d address the obvious before proceeding.
For a little over a month on my countless trips down 15^th to my beloved Charlie’s, I started to notice this cart as soon as I hit Rio Grande. It made me chuckle. The name was certainly attention-​grabbing (although I love the turn-​of-​phrase Man Bites Dog). In fact, the owners Roger and Jeff designed it that way; I’m sure I wasn’t the only one to have made a mental note to visit this particular food cart. Although I kept calling it ‘The Angry Wiener”, which sounds so much more aggressive. I tend to have wieners on the brain anyway.
It’s a pretty straightforward menu that I previewed online. All the wieners sounded delicious. I’ve particularly always loved Greek wieners. I made it a point to stop and have a juicy wiener for lunch. And then I went by the cart. I promise I’ll stop.
I parked in the lot, and noticed there is also a Philly cheese steak cart directly across from Evil Wiener; it sort of looked like a mini Austin food cart standoff. Three ladies who obviously worked nearby were milling around, waiting on their orders. I marched up to the window and ordered a Tex-​Mex (their version of a classic chili dog) which included Roger’s carne guisada, cheese, and jalapeño relish tucked away on a bolillo. I also tried an order of French fries, sprinkled with «evil dust».
Make sure you check out the three or so specials they have written on the blackboard; I neglected to do so, and probably would have ordered the ‘Colonel Klink” instead – a German bratwurst with spicy mustard. Really, it’s all about the girth.
It took around five minutes for the girl to hand me my order. I kinda wished they had at least a little table to sit at, since I like to avoid eating in Kar and making a mess of him. As I was walking away, a woman who was either a friend or relative of the girl in the cart came up and proudly declared «I love wieners!» and everyone laughed. I wonder how long it took for the people working there for that joke to get old. I’m thinking a day, tops.
I parked at the now ill-​fated parking meter across from Telefund, and promptly devoured my Tex-​Mex wiener. The hot dog itself was OK, but the real flavor was in the juicy carne guisada on top of it. The jalapeño relish is a killer. I literally felt beads of sweat pop up on my forehead and on the back of my neck. I usually don’t like hot and spicy foods, but I’ll make a much needed exception for the relish. The fries were hot, crisp, and in case you were wondering, I’m guessing evil dust is code for chili powder and salt. Not bad.
Honestly, for a place purporting to be evil, they sure did end up delivering something good.