I am not exaggerating when I say this joint saved my life. Picture this: It's 1:30 am. My friend is schwasted. I am not. I'm starving and my friend needs to sober up. Enter Boardwalk on Carson. I had spied it earlier in the evening and had made a mental note. Drunk friend and sober me both loved our hot dogs, which is the most you can want out of a late-night eatery on Carson St. To top it all off, the staff was incredibly nice--including the man who had spent the better part of the past three hours dancing outside in 20 degree weather wearing a hot dog suit. Can't ask for better service than that.