Bacon Wrapped Hot Dog Guy

OMG!!! This is soooo f%&king GOOD!!! =)
It’s a plus for me because it’s front of my private school that I graduated from and church that I go to every Sunday!
SAINT JOACHIM FOREVER!!!
He gots this BIG, JUICY, CRISPY WEINERS that gives your mouth an orgasm when you bite into it… hehe! =p
I know it’s not sanitary and all, but it’s sooo freakin’ DELICIOUS!!!
The owner knows what’s he doing!

The pimp of pork. The sultan of saugage. The baron of Bacon. The whore of hot dogs… huh?This guy puts the heart in heart attack. Anyhoo, he still has the most delicious weiners.*giggles at weiners* in town, i only wish he sold his bacon dogs everyday. I highly recommend you come to the Haystack on sunday and hit this fella up for the best dog of your life.

A Mexican delight

MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm. I can feel a heart attack already. This is so dam good it should be illegal. Wait it is. There’s a article in the SF weekly claiming that these carts are illegal do to permits and health codes. The article also sides with the people claiming the demand for these infamous bacon wrapped dogs is outstanding. Did you know these dogs come from LA. Read the article.

There *IS* a God.

Yum. There are also bacon wrapped hot dog guys on Mission in SF between 16^th and 22^nd, usually around dusk. These are sometimes known as «Sonora dogs».

I fudge you not, there is a bacon wrapped hot dog guy in the east bay… and he can be accredited for my re-​found faith.
A few weeks ago, after returning from a somewhat lengthy and slightly harrowing trip… my biological mother (think a cross between Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest and that nun who used to hit you in Catholic school) ordered all full grown siblings… their families and myself to attend mass to «give praise to the lord for the return of one of his sheep from heathen lands». So begrudgingly we all roll out to St. Joachim’s to endure the Simon says like motions of stand up, sit down, peace be with you, smile at strangers, sit down CHURCH… something I haven’t done in years. I’ve actually gone to Mosque more times than mass in the 21^st century.
ANYWAYS, after sampling the body and blood of Christ (3 starts, too holier than thou)… my newly cleansed yet highly skeptical soul was hungry. Exiting the church was more transcendental than inside the place, because what doth thou see in the distance but… A BACON WRAPPED HOT DOG CART! asdjksdljafa;rawiejfweio8! At 1^st, was wondering if we would be kneeling at the thrown of a golden calf, or golden fried pork product to be more precise. but it was the real deal HallelujaH! As a family, my siblings and I ate about 8, and basked in the saintly glow of bacon wrapped ecstacy.
The prodigal daughter has come back… lured by God’s messenger from distant lands, and his array of accoutrements (jalapenos, grilled onions etc). And now he has disciples! The Prophet of Corn slathered in mayo and cheese. The wandering sope man. David of those orange pinwheel chips that you douse in tapatio and lime.
Angels sang and it was like magical baby Jesus on his holy baby unicorn came down from heaven to restore my faith in well… faith… or at least extra porky tube steak. PRAISE THE LORD
My mother is glad that now I frequent mass with the rest of the family. She recently asked me if I’ve found Jesus…
Yes, why yes I have, but you have to call him «Hay-​soos» and he’s sitting outside the church right now.