Even the finer dining establishments, like Restaurante Oscar at the Brasília Palace (where we stayed in Brasília) offer it on their breakfast buffet. It being hot dogs.
Yes, hot dogs pure and simple. Not breakfast sausage. Hot dogs.
I’d seen it almost everywhere. Finally, I gave in and decided to try it. Maybe there was something magical done to the hot dog at breakfast that makes it irresistible to miss on a Brazilian morning. It was sitting in a bit of a sauce.
And so I sliced into the manufactured meat hoping for an answer. It tasted like, well… a hot dog. Sure there was a slightly peppery oil around it, which fortunately or unfortunately didn’t take away from that hot dog taste.
Nope, the Brazilians didn’t win me over on this one. My opinion is still that hot dogs belong on buns covered in ketchup, mustard and pickle relish to drown out the taste.
The hot dog is simply a conduit to condiments. (Yes, even the ones on the breakfast buffet that are hidden in that pastry.)