Howdy there skinnyphiles! I’m back on the cheap and cheerful bandwagon again with this post, this time featuring some truly showstopping hotdogs that are only a short train ride to Freo away.

As far as my blogging goes, gourmet hotdogs will always hold a special place in my heart as Snags and Sons in Leederville was the first place that I ever reviewed. If memory serves me correctly I gave it the thumbs up, but on reflection there are a few things that I could have been a bit more critical of. I still like the hipster-esque vibe and their inventive approach to the trusty old hotdog, but at the end of the day they are a little expensive for what you get and don’t really fill you up entirely (at least not if you have a hearty appetite like me). Perhaps the most damning evidence is that I’ve not really been back there since that initial visit. However, the same serving size complaints can certainly not be levelled at Run Amuk, a relatively new, Fremantle based vendor of gloriously over-the-top “unleashed” hotdogs.

Getting a tip off about it via twitter mid last week I hastily arranged a visit for that Saturday night. Not being diligent enough in my google maps estimation we ended up walking the 2.1 km down South Terrace from Fremantle train station, but in hind sight this unintended exercise turned out to be a very good thing as what was to follow couldn’t exactly be called health food. When we finally arrived I was pleasantly surprised to find a charmingly quirky little joint brimming with both customers and personality. The booths are recycled old bus seats (complete with stopping button), the tables were topped with ‘Where’s Wally’ comics (which will prove a blast from all their Gen Y customers pasts’ no doubt), the bottle opener doubled as a hammer and the table numbers were Uno cards. On top of all of this delightfully irreverent frivolity the staff were also exceptionally friendly and gave us newbies a good rundown of the menu and made a couple of recommendations.

Run Amuk: Thankfully You Are Allowed To Eat While Sitting On These Bus Seats

Run Amuk: Thankfully You Are Allowed To Eat While Sitting On These Bus Seats

Where's Wally, A Hammer/Bottle Opener And A Couple Of Cold Beers; What More Could You Want?

Where’s Wally, A Hammer/Bottle Opener And A Couple Of Cold Beers; What More Could You Want?

Some Happy Punters Wrapping Their Laughing Gear Around Some 'Dawgs

Some Happy Punters Wrapping Their Laughing Gear Around Some ‘Dawgs

After taking it all in I went for the ‘rukus’ (premium bratwurst, chilli and lime sambal, crispy prosciutto, spinach, aged cheddar, sour cream and jalapenos $13) while my partner in crime for the night opted for the Mexican themed ‘mischief’ (premium bratwurst, tasty tomato relish, freshly guacamole, aged cheddar, baby spinach, tortilla chips jalapenos and sour cream $12) and we threw in homemade coleslaw, fries and coriander and lime aioli for good measure. The crispy shoestring fried and tangy mayo were very good and a great way of tiding us over till the main event arrived. When it did it was everything I’d hoped it would be and more. Positively overflowing with delicious toppings and packing a fiery punch that was a fair bit warmer than the “two chilli” rating listed on the menu (a fact that I was forewarned of and so entered into willingly), my rukus was a hotdog turned up to eleven. Thankfully I’d bought a couple of Freo’s favourite Little Creatures’ Bright Ales to wash it all down with so I didn’t suffer too badly. According to my companion the mischief was also very good; Cinco De Mayo in wiener form with a nice crunch from the tortilla chips. I also really enjoyed the coleslaw as it had diced apple through it which cut nicely through the creamy mayo dressing.

Fries, Aioli And Slaw: The Holy Trinity Of American Cuisine

Fries, Aioli And Slaw: The Holy Trinity Of American Cuisine

Bring The Mother F**kin' Rukus: My Fiery Dog In All It's Glory

Bring The Mother F**kin’ Rukus: My Fiery Dog In All It’s Glory

The Mischief: A Little South Of The Border Flair Bought To The Table

The Mischief: A Little South Of The Border Flair Bought To The Table

Being severely tempted to have a crack at the Knickerbockerglory dessert (layers of vanilla ice-cream, strawberry jelly, chocolate sauce, nuts & fresh cream with mini m&m’s, flake chocolate & a cherry on top $7) but deciding against it as we simply had no room we departed and waddled the couple of k’s back to the train station in a vain attempt to try and work off some of the many, many calories we had just ingested. Hotdogs are, at the end of the day, an American food, and anyone that knows about cuisine from the good old U.S knows that it’s all about going over the top. If you’re having a hotdog you don’t want it laced with a delicate shower of rocquette and tickled with a hint of gentle relish, you want it smothered in cheese and mayo and cured pig products, and this is what Run Amuk does so well. To top it all off they do it with a smile and excellent locally made sausages that are made from meat sourced from WA farms and are free from artificial colours, flavours and preservatives (and also gluten), so you can at least feel good about supporting your local farmers if not what you’re doing to your waistline. If anyone out there makes it through a Knickerbockerglory any time soon I’d be very keen to know what it’s like. If not, I suppose I’ll just have to make another trip there myself and soldier through it. Oh what a terrible fate!

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