Who doesn't like hot dogs?
Mystery cuts of meat throw-away, sluiced & squeezed into a phallic form--in a way, it's Ouroboros of Man eating his own "tail" so to speak--that ancestral Gods would nod appreciatively to.
With almost as much versatility as the wheel or Betty White ( love my Golden Girl ), hard to mess up & difficult to perfect, the Hot Dog is the under appreciated meal substitute to white linen dining.
I had the signature Voodoo Dog, and if you've never had it for breakfast, give it a try sometime. Filling but not that thanksgiving kinda full when you feel the need to purge & pray.
Saul ( Goodman? ), the guy knows his market, good product and the way to return business is customer service. Hit all points.
When you're just craving a Voodoo Dog, you know who you need to call: Better Call Saul.