Weenie Beenie is the type of place in Arlington that many folks might consciously avoid. Located in a more blue collar stretch of Shirlington, in an area just beginning to show signs of gentrification -- rows of freshly built brick townhomes sit on the hill nearby -- Weenie Beenie is right across the street from a station for day laborers to wait for work, who used to swarm the cars as they pulled up in the parking lot (or so I've been told). But those who choose to speed right by on Shirlington Road have no idea what they are missing. Weenie Beenie's orange-roofed building has a dignity all its own -- the server behind the counter was kind and friendly, and a sign posted on the wall showed the Ten Commandments (in English and Spanish). Our half-smokes were the kind of food that made me thankful to live right around the corner -- the small-looking sausages had a juicy bite with a pleasant 'snap' that warmed my tummy AND my heart. That's right -- this stuff is so good that I've been reduced to waxing corny about it. Mmm, mmm, good.
If you happen to be in the area, swing on by.
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