hot dogs, dude. hot dogs. nature’s perfect food? probably. tube o’ meat, stuck in bread. phallic. hilarious. hot dogs always mean a good time. but, dear god, WHY do they have to be relegated to sporting events, backyard barbecues, and street vendors?? why can’t i go to a classy establishment, three piece suit and top hat, and order myself a nice chili dog? who makes these damn rules?? well, in.. Read More
L.A. Review – Pink’s Hot Dogs
i know, i know… this is a tampa food blog. HOWEVER, i retain the right to do whatever the fuck i want. i have resisted making so many entries about things like terrible movies, awesome comics, and things that suck. but after my week in LA, and having gone to some incredible eateries, i can resist no longer. so enjoy. the place: pink’s hot dogs. if you haven’t heard of.. Read More