We don't do
boring dogs.
Scotty Dogs started with one stubborn belief: the hot dog deserves better. The American hot dog has spent decades being a default — gas-station fuel, ballpark filler, the thing nobody actually orders if there's another option. We thought that was a waste of a really good vehicle for flavor.
So we built our own. One-third pound of beef. Real bacon, cooked into the casing. A snap when you bite it. A canvas built to handle the loudest, weirdest, most maximalist toppings we could think up — and most of them work.
We added Basque chorizo because we live in Boise, home to the largest Basque community outside Spain. It would be wrong to ignore that. Smashburgers because sometimes you don't want a dog. A breakfast lineup because some mornings call for jalapeño bacon cream cheese on something — anything.
We're loud, we're irreverent, we're locally owned, and we treat the food seriously while never taking ourselves too seriously. That's the whole thing.
