Oki Dog

I love Oki Dog. Their french fries are unparalleled. Watch out for that Oki dog — its a doozy!

Super gross and dirty. Hard to eat in that type of environment. The food is cheap and below par. I had their signature chili dog and it looked like a new born baby took a crap all over it. So gross…

Spent so much time here with friends during my younger days… the benches used to stain our pants orange!

I would have never gone or found this place had it not been from word of mouth. A kid from Fairfax HS was eating a hot dog a few days ago and I asked him where he go it, he told me that Oki was one of the best hidden gems. So today I went and had some of the most amazing chili cheese fries ever!!! OMG so good, with a soda and tax $ 4.75 can’t beat that anywhere

I was craving a junky greasy breakfast burrito. I hadn’t eaten at an Oki Dog in decades but I figured that would be as junky as they come. Unfortunately it was just gross. I took 2 bites and threw it in the garbage. Oh well.

Got the oki dog and it was amazing! Two hot dogs, chili, pastrami, cheese, etc, all wrapped in a tortilla. Absolutely delicious. The establishment was a little… modest, but hey, we came on a mission. I only got the one item, so I can’t comment on the rest of the menu. But, we got what we came for, it was awesome, and they exceeded expectations.

OK. This place is a fixture in Los Angeles. It has history. It is a dive. If you know this, you take it in stride. It is run by some friendly, motley characters, who do their jobs and are nice. There are characters who just hang out, but they are friends of the guys who work there. If you’re a food snob, a slumming rich kid with a delicate constitution, you might be creeped out. High-​tail it back to where you came from.
I went on a weeknight, around 8pm. We were the only customers. We were served promptly, no nonsense. I got the chili cheese fries. It was fine. I prefer Tommy’s or Fat Burger’s chili, but it was fine. It’s better the day after reheated for some reason. They give you a lot of food for a cheap price. No tip jar. I even said to them «Where’s your tip jar?» The guy answered «Aw, it’s okay. We forgot to put it out.»
No bad reactions. I guess I have a strong constitution.

I ordered the famous oki dog. It was pretty good. The cook\cashier was very friendly. They have great prices and I would like to try a few other things on the menu. Its not the fanciest place but that doesn’t bother me. I’ll be back

This was quite a letdown. The polish dog I tried was tough and lacking in flavor. There was no zest or kick to the meat. The onions and mustard were the only thing with much flavor to them (and typical at that). I also found the fries to be average at best. Even the ambiance of the shack-​like building doesn’t do anything to add to the experience. You have so many better options nearby. Give this one a pass.

Walking by Oki Dog makes my heart skip a beat. It’s like how I felt when a crusty bike courier rode by my stoop in Queens, and she threw her feet up on the handle-​bars to catch my attention. Both Oki Dog and the bike courier looked like trouble!
The only place I can compare it to is maybe Mars Bar when it was in the LES or CBGBs when it was on Bowery. The hotdog stand is defiantly stripped-​down and DIY.
The stand’s original incarnation on Santa Monica was a big draw for LA punks and hardcore kids in the early ‘80s. Bad Religion, Circle Jerks, and even the Germs all hung out there. (Pat Smear went on to play drums on Nirvana’s tours.) One of the Beastie Boys wore an Oki Dog hat in an early LP photo, as they were making the transition from New York Hardcore to Hip Hop. No sleep ’til Brooklyn!
It’s still a place where people can get some comfort food without going broke, or have an memorable punk-​rock date. Just a few blocks down Fairfax, a hotdog will run you twelve bucks, while the ones at Oki’s only cost three bucks and change! I still had money left over to buy spray paint and vinyl gloves down the block.
I went with the «Oki» dog, and I had no idea what to expect. The lady in line behind me asked me excitedly, «Oh! Are you getting the burrito with all the pastrami?»
«Um…uh…yes I am! So good!»
My mind was blown. A burrito?!
It was incredible.
I think Aldo Leopold wrote it best,
«There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot.».
I am just thankful they’re there.

GROSS. Food comes out with mushy shit slathered everywhere on your food and that’s called the «chili»
If you LIKE pooping out mushy shit then this place is heaven for you. As for me though, my butthole trembles every time I pass this place.
Let me know how it works out for you :)

My first visit to Oki Dog was back in about 1985 I think. I went there about a month ago after having not been there for a few years and wasn’t disappointed; just as I remembered. Yes, it was a dive back in 85 too. I love this place. For all you cry baby light weights, get a grip for Christs sake.

Oki Dog is one of those old school, landmark LA places. I know, I know, the best place to get your arteries clogged… but in a good way, heh. If you’re looking for a very greasy, yummy treat, this is the place to indulge yourself. The service is good and friendly, the portions are big and hearty. No fru-​fru attitude. I got the Oki-​Dog special: pastrami/​beans/​hot dog wrapped like a burrito with fries and soda. Good deal, tons of cholesterol, a well-​deserved guilty pleasure. Highly recommended and worth trying if you’re in LA.

I’ve been wanting to try OKI dog for some time now, being that it has been there since as long as I can remember. That being said; the place was a dive which does not discourage me being a dive affictionado,
And the service was typical for such an establishment, free refills, so forth, and so on, I ordered and ate a «World Famous OKI Dog», and proceeded to drive, but 15 minutes afterwards after dropping off a fare; I was hauling from service station to service station on my way home due to the explosive nature of my well being!!!
I got really bad stomach pains and such it now, here that I am writing to you 10 hours later from the privacy of my own bathroom; beware of the OKI Dog!!! I have never been this explosive other than that Helsinki episode of 1919. I have a very strong constitution and that OKI broke it down!
You have been warned!!!
Sincerely
The man on the porcelain throne.

this place is been in L.A. for many years with a few locations. good for late night munchies after the bar or if you just feel like having a greasy chili dog or hamburger. I think it is just as good if not better than Ted’s at a much better price but I think Carneys up on sunset does a better job.

This is clearly a meth kitchen, right?! Weird music, odd loitering, and the staff looks 20 years older than they should be… how is this even still open?! Gross! Stay away and hopefully they will close and make something legit. Food looks like my dogs ass barfed.

Oki Dog is not for everybody.
I like it but again… not for everybody.
I don’t even know how to explain this spot.
For starters, if you’re looking for a nice regular ol’ little cute hot dog restaurant, THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.
This is a shack. A dirty grungy sketchy looking shack.
I love their greasy greasy fries ! They give you a good amount.
Everything is SUPER cheap !
You get what you’re paying for.
Don’t come here if you’re expecting amazing customer service… or if you have a sensitive tummy.

Every time that I pass through L.A., I go out of my way to swing by.
It’s usually when I’m on tour, so, I always bring friends

Not bad, super cheap. Unfriendly jerk cooking/​taking orders. Bland chili and fries though. Fries also taste like the fryer had never been cleaned. Good concept and idea. Shady characters hanging around too.

I only give this a 3 because the place shows a lot of courage to slowly kill us all so deliciously. If I could review Oki Dog only through pictures I would… but you may be repulsed.
The legend of Oki Dog’s name is that it was once called something else, and the sign wore away over the years leaving only the O K I, and the word «Dog». They didn’t fix the sign and soon that became the name.
The food is equally accidental… or so it seems. Sure you can get a regular dog, or a chili dog, or a dog with cheese… but why stop there when you can get two huge sausages squeezed into a giant flour tortilla filled with fiery chili, cheese, and corned beef. It is heart clogging goodness that you will be crapping out for weeks.
Literally… my body rebelled. But my mouth didn’t… so when I woke up in a cold sweat after eating the first half at midnight… I ate the rest for breakfast and almost died.
IT’S THAT GOOD!
Luckily I got weight loss surgery (in part due to Oki Dog I’m sure)… so now I can only eat a quarter of one. My stomach still gets grotesquely full… but my ass is happy in the morning.