Kai L.
Yelp
At Hollywood Hot Dog Highschool, Pink's is definitely the head cheerleader or football quarterback. Like, fer'sure! (Duuude...)
-- Unrepentant flooziness, reveling in the popularity of grease and not worrying at all about eventually having to graduate cuisine college, where every meal has at least three forks...
Oki Dog, on the other hand, is the weird, doughy kid who can't decide whether he or she wants to be goth, punker, stoner, or greaser, except unlike real life where such late-bloomer kids usually become doctors, lawyers, and successful business professionals -- and the highschool cheerleaders and quarterbacks usually wait on their tables -- Oki Dog still lives with its parents playing Guitar Hero all day, and Pink's has gotten voted "most flirtatious" and "hottest smile" every year since 1939.
Fate, you're so cruel!
That must be why there's never a [long] line at Oki Dog. Sometimes, it's as deserted as a porn-less video store on Friday night.
It's so dirty -- that explains the Health Department 'B'! Normally, such an above average grade wouldn't bother me in the least (a 'D' is passing, baby), but when you combine this less-than-stellar academic grade with the fact that Oki Dog probably hasn't seen a broom since the Berlin Wall fell -- the flies buzzing around the open dining room and cigarette smoke floating around the stale air start to matter a whole lot more.
The food isn't bad -- it isn't expensive, and it will fill your tummy with cardiac-arrest-inducing lard until next payday -- but while you're noshing like there's no tomorrow, you're perturbed by the fact that you left your hand sanitizer at home, and by the fact that Oki Dog employees -- even though they're all kinds of rad -- wouldn't know hand sanitizer if their pornstar mustache banged it in the 70s. At least some of them, anyway.
Have an original Oki Dog -- it feeds a family of four! Bites one through five are delicious, but every chomp afterward is a study in gluttony.
You can't graduate until you finish, though, honey.
It's either this, or learn to cook for yourself.
No? Then bite, swallow, and repeat. Masochist ;-).