Ooooh, What's That Smell . . .

After living in L.A. for four years (not consecutively - 3 years in law school, a year since I moved back down from Silicon Valley), I figured I might as well try the "World Famous Oki Dog." Oh my God, big mistake. Two mediocre hot dogs, government grade American cheese, leather-like pastrami wrapped in a waxy tortilla. The only decent thing was the chili. 'Nuff said. Oooooogh.