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The new LA Weekly has a welcome set of articles on Burgers, Dogs and BBQ in the food section. My favorite notice is the profile on perennial Hollywood hot-dog favorite Pink's: "uncouth and garlicky, skin thick and taut, so that when you sink your teeth into it, the sausage . . . pops . . . into a mouthful of juice." One wonders if this review was prepared for the phone sex ad-laden back pages.LAist eats Papaya Dogs when he's in New York - and get this, Gothamists - those 95 cent diversions are next to nothing compared to the hunger-inspiring power of a full-on Chili Dog from Pink's. (And that's only the beginning of Los Angeles' fast-food supremacy.)
While LAist isn't familiar with the BBQ joints referenced in this piece, we'd like to use this space to note the passing of the dearly departed BBQ Shack of Reseda Boulevard. There was nothing quite like chowing down on a Carolina-style shredded pork sandwich on the blazing August asphalt sprawl of the west valley.
