Don’t get me wrong; I get the idea of the place. It's been around for years, tons of stars have eaten there, there are tons of eye-popping generic toppings, and it's a seemingly good idea for a spot to hit after a few drinks. If I had to do it again I would most likely keep it simple and stick with mustard and relish.
My buddy said I needed to try Pinks, the famous hotdog joint that’s located on the on outskirts of West Hollywood. So, we go. My friend and I get the “Hollywood Walk of Fame Dog” and my wife gets the “Lord of the Rings Dog.” After standing in the line that hundreds of “stars” have stood and still stand in, we get our dogs. Unfortunately, my fame dog had unripe tomatoes on top of bland coleslaw, and my wife’s dog had onion rings smothered in generic BBQ sauce. Needless to say, we weren’t blown away with culinary experience that Pinks provided us, but at least we left full, if that matters.