Hot Diggity Dog

If you need a quick bite this place is clutch! The owner is awesome for some small talk and the prices are great

I don’t fear the street food. Some people do. As Thucydides said: The bravest are those who see what is before them — glory and danger alike — and go out to meet it.
I’d like to think that’s me, but Aristotle was probably closer to describing my kind of bravery: Moral excellence is a habit… we become brave by doing brave acts.
Ari, true dat, because I’ve practiced eating the street food, and it’s made me brave. In a prior Unilocal,I praised the street-​food vendors in Portland for producing the best fast food I’ve ever tasted, hands down. Plop me down in Vientiane, Laos (please), and first thing I’m doing is checking out some street food, Bourdain-​style.
Busy day, I was at the Post Office and hadn’t yet had lunch at 2:00. I was on my way from the P.O. to Mike’s Barber Shop. I was starving. I saw the hot dog stand sitting in front of the Post Office…
Soggy bun. Ancient steamed Polish dog that the proprietor nuked back to just above ambient temperature. Available condiments: yellow mustard and catsup dispensers, and little packets of mayo — that’s it. The mustard dispenser was empty after one pump. Odd taste to the Polish dog. I felt sick for the next six hours. Not food poisoning, but just that queazy feeling where your stomach is saying, «WTF? :urp: WTFF?»
Two comps come to mind, one familiar to many readers, and one perhaps less familiar:
(1) Costco serves up a better Polish Dog with a better selection of condiments. Hot Diggity Dog comes nowhere near meeting this modest standard.
(2) Fast Weenies is little more than an immobile hot dog cart where you can get spicy mustard, onions, sauerkraut, jalapeños, and home-​made sun tea. Fast Weenies leaves Hot Diggity Dog choking in it’s dust, and it’s not even on wheels.
I don’t feel like being nice, because the owner of this fart-​cart isn’t even trying. Run away.