After a few bites (we hadn't even left the porch yet), the owner ("Scottie", I assume) stuck his head out and asked Cynthia, "So, that's good, You like that? I just made it fresh this morning!"
My score: 9 out of 10. I don't really have a solid reason to not to give it a 10. There was not a single thing wrong with Scotties but I figure while very good in all respects, a 10 deserves something more, something exceptional. Jim gave it a slightly lesser score. He had apparently had the gold standard of frozen custards many (MANY) years ago and has been trying to recapture that magic moment ever since. Cynthia suggested that perhaps his memory was a bit idealized but he stuck to his guns, giving it an 8.
Yup, that's a custom-converted food trailer in the shape of big ol' wienie and bun, complete with cheese, mustard (yellow), relish and onions. It gets towed around by and old Checker cab that includes several sportily-clad mannequins waving out the windows.
Stranger yet was that the Cajun Dog, as a whole, was under seasoned. Yes it had a little spice to it but it was lacking in... salt?! I thought that maybe my taste buds had gone on strike at the sight of that bun muck so I asked both C & J to try it. Both got puzzled looks on their faces and Cynthia said, "You know there is something very wrong when a hotdog needs more salt".