Like Hall and Oates says about The Maneater, this dude only comes out at night. At least only at dinner time. He’s outside the Tropicana Liquor store. Just look for the cart with heavenly smelling steam rising from it. Bacon wrapped dogs with roasted onions and jalapenos, topped with a little ketchup, crema and hot sauce. If I remember right, they are two bucks apiece. I have to limit myself to two of these suckers at a time because I could easily go Koboyashi on a dozen of the fuckers.