

400 E. Ogden Ave.
Las Vegas, NV 89101
(702) 384-8444
3 August 2006
Both ordered the $2 special: half-pound hot dog with drink. Neither finished it. Both felt a little dirty after trying to eat this dog. "It reminds us too much of what might be in the hot dog."
Eric: "It’s too much dog for me." Like an oversized Vienna sausage, dry on either end, slick in the middle, gray/green and fleshy. He kept gagging.
**1**
Susan: Liked the green benches and vinyl diner seats. It was incredibly smoky, despite several no-smoking signs. The hot dogs needed to be cooked longer. "Too phallic to be eaten."
**2** (higher rating for the ambiance and the stories that could be told later)
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