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| - A squashed, majestic night owl's haven, Old Fashion Hot Dogs is the quintessential soused food stopover on one's leisurely way to whiskey troubled dreams sprawled on a broken box spring. The restaurant itself is comprised of a polished ancient counter (one imagines Bukowski or even Burroughs posted up here, gabbing over oily coffee and smokes) with barely a few feet of space on either side, and a rabbit-eared TV howling static ceaselessly in one corner. Hungry patrons sidle up and smash together like condiments in a narrow bun, as one of two meat (and veggie dog) purveyors work the grill on the other side. The food is stunningly affordable and fulfilling, served on small white sandwich plates. The veggie dogs have no right to taste as good as they do, given their proportions (scant--not anything akin our ol' friend the Field Roast), their simple ingredients, and their rudimentary presentation (Happy Dog this is not--check your fruit loop craving at the door). Somehow, however, against the odds, they are most exceptional. The banter of the two owners is an added treasure, as well. Caution, however, this is a cash only establishment. Scrounge together a few dollars before arriving. You won't need much. Prepare. Consume. You'll soon float off into rich, warm dreams of unforgettable midnight deliciousness.
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