Some of you will say, "Yes, I've experienced these. I know!" Well this is for those of you who aren't saying that or haven't stumbled across (or roamed for like a drunk zombie) these late-night binge-drinker oases at 3am in downtown SF, LA, Tijuana, etc. Those of you who've had them know: hot dog of generally good quality, wrapped in a thick strip of its brother pork product, sizzling away; waiting for you to fork over three crumpled dollar bills and free it from its griddle prison. Slathered with mayonaisse, piled with condiments out of weird jars and handed over to you like it's a bootleg DVD, these delicious treats will easily dissuade your stomach from bleching up the fourth well gin + tonic you decided was a good idea. Why "underrated"? Well, cause a lot of people are scared of buying food out of metal boxes on wheels late at night. Count yourself as one? Well, take comfort that any rogue bacteria coming along for the ride will meet a quick death in the big pool of alcohol sitting in your belly.
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