Lucky Dogs

I love Lucky Dogs! What is not to love about a gigantic hotdog covered with all the fixings to soak up some of the alcohol. Just do it. You’re welcome.

Great Hot Dogs! Find them on the corners of Bourbon St. and all over the French Quarter. New Orleans staple… Enjoy!

Had to try a Lucky Dog, since they seem to be everywhere in the French Quarter. Big and tasty, I enjoyed my dog with onions and mustard. Guy who served it was kind of out of it though… he opened my coke for me and then tossed the cap on the ground, right there in Jackson Square. Kind of a slob, so made me wonder what I was really eating.

So I was recommended Lucky Dogs by a clown I met in my hometown of Corpus Christi who resides at the corner of Bourbon Street and I ate my dog and we saved my sons hot dog. took a bus ride to our hotel, settled in and 30 minutes later his hot dog was still UNBELIEVABLE! I was impressed considering it was a foot long street dog. Not a snobby foodie choice but a great choice for the traveler who’s walked so much that hunger is always persistent because of mere exhaustion. It really hits the spot for sure.

I don’t know… is it the all day drinking? Is it the excitement of being in New Orleans with no responsibilities or stresses of daily life? Not sure… but I do know that every time in town, must have at least one Lucky Dog… sold from several hot dog shaped carts in the French Quarter. Really big, thick and juicy… mustard and onions are all it needs. If you have ever read the book Confederacy of Dunces, you will have extra appreciation. Get your dog, try not to spill mustard on shirt, and eat in semi-​shame standing on the sidewalk. My top 5 dogs of all time.

Tasty, large hotdogs.
I ordered mine sans Chili, Onions & Mustard, that’s just how I like it. Hot Dog and Ketchup. Bun is fresh and soft as was the dog.
This is a better choice over the sad, old Pizza being sold at the Daiquiri spots. Plus this is fast, convenient, fresh and better value for your doll hair.

Yo – its a hot dog sold from a street cart so don’t expect too much. It’s not the best chili dog you are ever gonna eat, but if you are hungry, need a quick bite and like hot dogs from street carts… then this is probably gonna hit the spot.

Not only is Steve extremely sweet and polite — he was able to satisfy my hot dog craving at 2am. He cooks his hot dogs fresh and serves them with a fresh bun, ketchup and mustard. Yum!

Now I’ve had my share of coney hot dogs, aka red hot if your from New York. I grew up in Detroit so Lafayette and American Coney Island are my benchmark the dog is one thing, the coney sauce is another. But I must say the hot dog, or the smoked sausage from lucky dog are the real deal and should know they are as good as their coney brethren across country. I think if you have never had a Coney Island dog aka chili dog this is the real deal Lucky dog. Oh I forgot fresh white onion and NEVER ketchup!

Works as a last resort. Hot dogs are nothing special but I’ve eaten them a few times when they were my only option and they never made me sick. Choose your vendor carefully! They seem to hire just about any whacko willing to push a giant hot dog down a busy street every day. Way tougher than a much smaller hot dog down a hallway I imagine, but I suggest watching him sell one to someone else before approaching.

I understand that Lucky Dogs are a staple of Bourbon Street, but they are not good hot dogs. Rubbery, no flavor, and double the price of a hot dog anywhere else. I got one because my flight got delayed and all my friends had already eaten lunch at a restaurant. While the dog itself was a big disappointment, I liked all of the different topping options.

Forced to eat a dog in the French Quarter since we got back too late to avoid the long lines to the better restaurants. I have to say that every hot dog I’ve ever had was better than the Lucky Dog. There is basically nothing wrong with it, just tasteless, perhaps too fatty and definitely overpriced! A soda and dog was $ 11.00. Can you imagine how I felt after paying that much knowing that were hundreds of restaurants nearby where for about the same amount of money (okay a little more) I could have feasted?! I was starved so I went with the dog. Eeek!

I love Hot Dogs everywhere I go. I always look forward to a Lucky Dog when we are in New Orleans. Not quite NY «dirty water» dogs that I grew up with but a must try when in New Orleans.
There is one on almost every corner on Bourbon Street so you just have to pick the one that fits your plans best.

Completely goes off viral marketing via drunken stories and the use of the word wiener in an inappropriate manner. One of those things you do when you have been drinking way too much and suddenly decided that eating out of a hot dog cart off Bourbon St. is a great idea.
Probably a good place for a quick bite when you are just sick of pizza by the slice. Nothing special in my opinion. But, it is quick and relatively inexpensive in comparison to what else is around. But, there are better after hours places to eat.
Don’t completely take my word though. Everyone needs to have one just to say you did. Just like the other bad ideas you get when on Bourbon St. That sounds a little gristy. Eww.

Am I seriously admitting to eating one of these things in a public forum? Ugh, I guess so. Admitting to eating street meat is one of those things that is usually followed by some explanation. Something like «…but it was after a long night.» or «…I was super hungry after saving those kids from that burning building!» There really is no other excuse for eating a Lucky Dog.
With that being said, my only real excuse for eating one was that I had honestly never had one (and prided myself on that fact) and one evening curiosity got the best of me. Now, I’m not going to sit here and admit to you that I got any enjoyment out of this thing, but I will confess that it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be and the good news is that it didn’t make me sick or kill me, so that’s a plus.
Would I go out of my way to have another one? Probably not unless I was starving to death, but for what it is, it isn’t horrible.

Any bad breathed pigeon with something bad to say about Lucky Dogs should be barred from the Holly Crescent See!
Lucky Dogs has been canonized by New Orleans’s gift to haute food and literary couture, Mr. Ignatius J. Reilly, who inbetween situations operated one of these original food carts while taste testing (for quality control purposes, only!) numerous of these «delectable savories «as Mr. Reilly put it.
Indeed, Lucky Dogs is a corner stone to the diet of any legitmate Quarter Rat. Furthermore, It’s a confirmed fact that not only are the highest forms of nourishment furnished from these Heavenly Chariots, but the shelter from the umbrellas on the original carts are recognized by the Louisiana State Medical Society, for saving the countless lives of old drunks from heat stroke in August while allowing them to continue to drink in the provisional shade.
Indeed New Orleans with out the ubiquitous Lucky Dog Vendors would be like Kermit Ruffins with out an Abita draft beer, or a Po’ Boy with out oysters, or as the noted Cajun philosopher and inventor of the famous Slew Footed Gator Waltz, Rev. Dr, Beausejour Dupuis Robichaud Jr. stated a mere three months ago whilst eating cat fish at «Gloria’s Place, Catfish & Soul Food, «Nola with out dem Lucky Dogs be like a 15 foot Gator in the Atchafalaya Swamp with out a fat pinkish white baby (that formerly belonged to a loathsome tourist) ripping in it’s murky den.
All Hail the Majestic Lucky Dog!
p. s. «KILL THE GREEN COCKROACH… Hand Grenades, the scourge of bartenders throughout the channels of New Orleans. They’re everything that’s wrong with capitalism in the French Quarter»

I would go 2.5 stars for them being an «experience» in New Orleans
I think, that if you come all the way to New Orleans to have the «true» Bourbon Street experience and drink yourself into a walking coma, you might as well finish off your night/​morning with a Lucky Dog or 2.
The combination of all that fat and bread can’t be worse than what you’ve been shoving down your pie hole all night anyway.
Would I suggest Lucky Dogs if you haven’t been black-​out drinking for hours? Probably not. If you ever walk by the Lucky Dog stands, you will most likely notice a couple of things.
First, it’s a mobile cart with no way of knowing who put what into that cart.
Second, have you seen/​smelled the people working them? I’ve had my nose and eyes burn walking past a few.
Third, seems they all love their ciggies and often are drinking almost as much as the people around them.
Combine their less than immaculate appearance, with the smoking and the drinking and that interesting Odour de Musk many of them share with the fact that they don’t have hand washing facilities after pushing the carts from the warehouse, setting up the carts, handling the money, shaking hands, smoking, scratching their asses and then touching your food.
The unsettling feeling one would get from this observance is enough to instill fear in world record competitive eaters and children who may or may not have made mud pies and ate them as children.
SO if you are all up on your shots and have had enough to drink to kill anything that goes into your stomach, go for it. If you make it ok, then Lucky Dog has truly lived up to its name.
Lucky you survived them? Buy yourself a t-​shirt

Hmmm… to write a review of lucky dogs or to not. Full disclosure, I last ate a lucky dog in high school so maybe a couple of decades ago. But I am a big fan of the carts and love that they exist. If you’re a hot dog lover, you should definitely have one. Rumor has it that the stand closest to Jackson Square is always the cleanest. And if you are leaving NOLA without having indulged, there’s a cart on at least one of the concourses.
If you haven’t read Managing Ignatius by Jerry Strahan, add it to your New Orleans book list. It’s a memoir not fiction, because who could make some of this stuff up. I will warn you that if you read it, and you’re from here, it’ll make you really miss orange julius.
OMG! I just discovered their online shop. Lucky Dog gifts for everyone!

Lucky Dogs are a New Orleans tradition. A tradition many have consumed, usually after a long night drinking.
Lucky Dogs have a bad reputation. I think part of that has to do with the vendors, who often seem to not have a dedication to cleanliness. Even with those concerns, I have never once gotten sick from one of these hot dogs and won’t be scared away in the future.
Now for the hot dog. This is a massive hot dog. I think they are ¼ pound, but can’t be expected to remember details like that. They are also expensive for a hot dog. I think it cost nearly $ 7, but once again, details seem to fade after 3:00 a.m. I would say the hot dog is very good, especially with mustard and relish. My most recent dog only had mustard, but even without toppings, it was very good.
There used to be a cart in Harrah’s and at the airport. Those still concerned with eating street food should try those locations.
If you want a unique food item for your wedding, I do know they will rent you a cart and vendor for your reception.
I highly recommend a lucky dog if you have a belly full of booze and need meat and bread to help you soldier on.

After being told to stop smiling as there is no way she would let me get one of these (she says the same things to me about the bacon wrapped dogs here in LA) figured after she fell asleep would sneak out of the hotel to grab one. I also discovered that at 1:00am an unaccompanied male on a Saturday night can see a lot more things on Bourbon St than when he walks down that same street with his wife but another story there.
Approached the cart, ordered up a chili and mustard, and eagerly made my way back to enjoy it only to be caught. My punishment? She was hungry as hell too so I had to go halfsies. It didn’t kill me, tasted good and within 15 minutes was back to get another for each of us. I don’t know if it was the Everclear soaked cherries that disabled my taste buds or the lack of full capacity but really, really liked these.
My only disappointment was I wanted another before leaving on Monday but the carts were nothing but a memory. But I still had a grease stain and that free entry pass to Hustler to remember it by…