Being wrapped in bread is apparently the new black, with joints having similar concepts sprouting their roots evidently across our tiny island. The less-than-one-month-old Purple Mustard isn’t an exception, and they had decided to catch the sausage wave right here in Icon Village off Gopeng street.
We appreciate the cheerful amalgamation of purple and yellow which rule this cosy American eatery. Not only have the bright colours stimulated our salivary glands, they have also been blatantly luring the CBD lunch crowds who are yearning for something different for a change. In short, Purple Mustard serves up edgy, rebel-esque gourmet hotdogs whereby gracefulness is unapologetically not in their vocabulary, so you can expect a delicious mess upon your palate. And whilst there’s not much of an ambience to boast about, we were not a least bit bother by it. Let’s just say we were too engrossed with our hotdogs.
We say this is not for the faint-hearted: You have been warned.
We found ourselves sitting at the edge of our seats with giddy anticipation, awaiting for the dogs to arrive. And when the crew finally let the dogs out, there was nary any moment of let down——- the frankfurters turned out to be wild, bold and satisfyingly obscene, just the way a hot dog enthusiast would fantasize about.
The Coney Dog alone had enough ingredients piled atop the soft, cushiony bun to make any weight-conscious maiden blush. The PM (Purple Mustard) beanless chili sauce splattered upon the juicy veal sausage gave the dish a blast of spices, and the accompanying chopped onions lent that further crunch to the bite. Not forgetting the unkempt trail of garlic remoulade for a spike of pungent goodness, in which we needed a mint to counter.
The Barnyard Dog proved that the moniker isn’t lying. Nestled comfortably in the white take-away box was the beef & guinness sausage flooded and overwhelmed by bright splashes of purple mustard and sriracha remoulade. As we waded our palates through the puddle of sauces, the beauty of this deceptively simple dish came through in its complexity of flavours. To wit: the purple-hued mustard is a result of the addition of whisky-soaked blueberries, no wonder the sauce is a world on its own. Seriously, you if could take a little heat, what’s not to love.
Too bad, we weren’t as lucky with the pork-based dish though. Whilst we should be appreciative of the pandemonium of pulled pork framing the pork sausage, their sharp and piquant flavors unashamedly stole the show from the dog. Neither can the shredded cheddar nor the PM BBQ sauce save us from the disappointment of a dry honey oat bun, which tasted a few days old.
Fortuitously, the team redeemed themselves with their sides: Asian Slaw or Fries.
Incorporating the essence of east and west, the cupful of purple cabbage won us over with subtle hints of sesame oil, rendering some tangy, refreshing munch in between bites. Purple, yet strangely addictive. Also, we could not reject the stack of golden chips which are mandatory to soak up the excesses left in the boxes. They were done crisp on the outside and soft on the inside, good enough to even have it on its own.
Needless to say, Purple Mustard took a toll on our tastebuds and the bathroom scales all together, but we left more bright-eyed and bushy-tailed than we stepped in. Teething problems were evident, but they were countered by the crew’s sincerity and passion. Ultimately, we have to conclude that Purple Mustard isn’t for the weak at heart, but hands-on experience is seriously recommended. After all, dogs are man’s best friend, isn’t it?
12 Gopeng st