Bacon Wrapped Hot Dog

ok ok ok dont judge me…
i was STARVING…
lolololol
I HAD TO HAVE ONE!!! mmmmm
BOMB
neway… my friend and i got out the club ran to the hot dog lady!!!
we decided to split one in half because we were prolly gonna go to dennys
or SOMETHIN. jack in the box. IDK.
but once i got the sizzling hot off the STREET GRILL bacon dog in my had…
it rolled off the tin foil… :’(
and right behind a car tire in the back of the KRESS parking lot…
DAMN…
but we wanted it…
i quickly picked it up be for anybody could see us
hahahahahahhah
said a prayer and ate that bad boy!!!
hahahahahahah
thos things are BOMB!!!
lololololololol
TRY IT IF YOU HAVENT YET hahah
JUST DONT DROP IT hahahahahahahahah

It’s 2am, lights on, time to walk out the club… where do you go? BACON DOGS!!!
I remember when these hot dogs cost $ 2…I would buy 3… now, one will have to do because at $ 4 a dog I have to dig through my purse to find change. Still taste great! I’ve never gotten food poisoning so don’t believe the rumors!
I was sad that this vendor didn’t have drinks because nothing pairs up best with a bacon dog then a coke or some water.
When is the bacon dog going to become LA’s official hot dog!!! Because it is! :D

Past midnight along the city streets of Angel City a certain type of people appear. No, these are not vampires.
They gather around crowded clubs, bars, and other social watering holes in the 310, 323, 818, and 626.
The majority of this particular group of people are elderly Hispanic women, easily past 70-​years-​old. These women don’t come alone. They pick a good spot on the sidewalk and start setting up shop consisting of the quintessential Los Angeles street food, the mystery meat hot dog.
They don’t have any gimmick to try to get you to eat one. They don’t yell and shout for you to buy one. They know you want one. The smell of the bacon wrapped tubular pork on one burner and all of the grilled peppers, onions, and other fixins goes straight into your nostrils when you step on the city sidewalk.
These are the true chefs of Los Angeles. Every major international hub has its true chefs, the cooks of the street: Hanoi, Seoul, Jerusalem, Mumbai, Hong Kong, Sydney, New York, and London. You don’t know how long they’ve been cooking the same thing for. My guess is that they’re probably not new to the 3 a.m. street food cuisine scene and have been indoctrinated into it for sometime now. Probably longer than my age and yours combined.
These midnight street urchins that rise from the underworld when you need them most have the mystery meat hot dog down to a science. There is no culinary school or Michelin 5 start restaurant in the entire world that can teach you how to cook a Los Angeles street meat hot dog to perfection.
The women cooking them probably have no clue what a Michelin restaurant even is and why should they? The product that they’re making is fucking good. I mean really fucking good. It’s like crack. They don’t need to measure, test the temperatures of the grill, or count their inventory. Everything they do is in their blood. It’s more than routine. It’s a way of life (and probably death) and has been for generations.
«Ew…I don’t eat pork,» some might say. «Ew…how do you know what’s in that?» Others might retort. «Is it safe? Is it clean?»
First answer… Yes you do eat pork. I don’t care what diet you are on. I don’t care if you can’t eat Wilbur because of religious restrictions or you made an oath to yourself and the powers that be to only eat vegetables, dried grains and nuts. When it’s 3 a.m. and you just gulped down 7 boilermakers on top of three fruity tini’s and a couple glasses of Pinot, you are going to get the munchies as if you smoked up the most delicious blunt ever grown in this universe. And when that moment happens and I assure you, it will, there will be an 80-​year-​old Latina putting what I can only describe as the food version of The Messiah in front of your face and only asking three bucks in return.
Second answer: Who the fuck cares what’s inside and where it came from? You already know what’s in mystery meat so don’t placate me you son of a bitch. It’s every disgusting part of a pig stuffed into casing. There Sinclair… Eat your heart out.
Third answer: These Latinas have been doing this since they came to this country. The street vendors along the streets in Mumbai have probably been doing it for many more years. Same goes for the people in Hanoi. The hot dog is cooked. It’s hot. The germs are dead. You probably have infested more venereal diseases by prancing around the at-​the-​moment-​hippest night club in LA. So don’t give me shit and ask, «Is it clean?» You’re way dirtier than the street meat is.
Eat up. There is no rush. Wait for the right moment. The 3 a.m. moment, that’s the perfect moment to bite into bliss.

We were on the search.
After a long night of dancing to the beats of Markus Schulz at the Avalon, we were craving bacon wrapped hot dogs.
Positive that we would find one within a block away from the venue, we searched high and low for a stand that would satisfy our greasy hankering. I was close to giving up after 4 blocks, especially being in some tall ass stilettos that were giving me a hell of a blister! We passed pizza places, and almost just succumbed to the pressure of hunger and pain, but we trekked on!!!
I would like to thank whoever posted this exact location of this bacon wrapped hot dog on Unilocal,because after Unilocaling «bacon wrapped hot dogs», I found this location! if were in the same pickle I was in, just taxi over to Wilcox and Hollywood, where 3 three hot stands will be located!
Now the food.
IT WAS AMAZING!!! It was my first time indulging in the infamous dog, and boy was it delicious. I got mine with all the fixings: peppers and onions, ketchup, mustard, and yes, mayo. I am usually afraid of mayonnaise, but in my drunken desire, it seemed perfect at the time. I looked past the fact that the mayo has been sitting out there for who knows how long, and just put the damn thing in my mouth.
I finished that bad boy before the two guys I was with were done with half of their own… and was sooooo close to buying another.
Everyone needs a hot dog like this in their mouths after a long night in Hollywood. Hands down.
Cheers!

Culinary delight.

I was recently introduced to the Bacon Wrapped Hot Dog last November. Inebriated and hungry in the back of a cab in cluster phuck Hollywood on a Saturday night — we were on a mission.
I couldn’t stop verbally dreaming of my jalapeño poppers and sourdough burger from Jack in the Crack, until the bf’s best friend took matters into his own hands and ran off to get us some of these bad boys. At first, I drunkenly muttered «ewwww, hot dogs from a cart?!» I had many times seen these guys or gals parked outside the club with many an eager folk paying for these dogs, and I could never fathom why — after all, they’re hot dogs from a cart! I was so, so wrong…
D-​E-​L-​I-​C-​I-​O-​U-​S! Need I say more — and yes, they are in fact bacon wrapped dogs smothered with all the trimmings that you like, from mustard to peppers. Just thinking about them is making me foam at the mouth. I will be in LA dining at a classy establishment next weekend, but all the while I will be quietly waiting to get my hands on a BWHD after the party has been partied and the drinks have been drunk, and OHHH will I!

While Audrina and LO may be the ultimate frenemies on TV… as my friends know, the Bacon Wrapped Hot Dog is probably who I consider to be my ultimate FRENEMY in this town.
Whether you’re on a health kick, trying to be fit, or cutting back on fatty foods – everything goes out the window when it’s 2am, and you find yourself on Hollywood Blvd trying to find your way home or waiting for a cab. When the pizza by the slice place runs out and Popeye’s shuts down, the BWHD is really one of the few options left, and with a little bargaining and «shopping around,» you can find yourself a great bacon wrapped hot dog at a great price to complete your night of debauchery in the hills.
CAUTION: While most BWHD vendors are honest and friendly – there are a few bad apples out there that will try to rip you off!!! So some key words of advice – BRING EXACT CHANGE, and if you bargain with them – DON’T HAND OVER YOUR MONEY UNTIL YOU GET YOUR HOT DOGS ARE READY. At least once, I’ve been ripped off, and I had another friend who paid, and got just a plain hot dog without the bacon!!!
The «Sticker price» for these things is typically $ 4 per hot dog… but the insiders know that you should never need to pay this much! With a little haggling, I’ve gotten them down to 2 for $ 5, or at the very least 2 for $ 6, with all the fixings included.
Yes, these street dogs are a little dirty, very greasy, and super sketchy – but man, they’re just SO GOOD!!!

What a bacon wrapped hot dog should taste like.
Sometimes I miss you so much it hurts!

i got food poisoning.
enough said.
I gave it 2 stars instead of one because it was indeed delicious

I can not count how many times a day I dream about this treat, and more than once not even drunk I have driven my self into Hollywood and scoured the corners looking for any signs of the Bacon wrapped hot dog!
Mayo, Mustard Ketchup, Onions, Peppers what ever you want he has and its all good. Stumbling drunk this is a life saver even when you wake up and notice mustard on your new shirt you can’t be mad, that’s how good it is!

There’s not a lot of love shared between nor-​cal and so cal. nor cal, we’ve got the lock on organic, dry farmed, free range, cruelty free, no-​antiobiotic, macrobioticly appropriate foodie cusine. So-​cal has the straight up comfort food– fatburger, pinks, krispy cream. La has the looks, SF has the chill. Yep, they’re «HELLA» different for sure. So what milkshake brings all the boys (and girls) to the yard? The bacon wrapped hot dog of course.
nor-​cal or socal, you can see these stands everywhere. From the mission in SF to hollywood. But are they the same? Yes, oh yes, they are definately the same. In the mission in SF, there’s more stands now than stripey shirts in the marina, and based on my last trip to LA,
they’re definately on same level. Hot-​dog? Check. Onions cooked in grease? check. Bacony, yummity, orgasm in yo mouth goodness– double check. By the power of the bacon– we all have a chance at peace, and after all, can’t we all just get along (with a bacon wrapped hot-​dog)?

I HEART YOU BWHD. You call to me with your mouth watering scents. You beckon as I leave the bar in a drunken stupor to lead me to you not with my eyes, but with my nose (pretty much like those old school cartoons when the character is lead by his nose to a delectable meal…)
You’re frying on a pan surrounded by your breatheren and your onion friends… but you’re no skinny pink hot dog. You’re a fat boy. I likes it.
You’re presented with a slathering of Mayo, Ketchup, Mustard, and because i do like it… Jalapenos and onions… you’re greasy, crunchy and chewy… and make my mouff water. You’ve been hiding out from the popos lately… but when I find you, it’s like an oasis of yum.
I haven’t been Hollywood Swangin’ in a while, maybe I should just for you… just for you.