The Oki-Dog…In Case You Didn’t Know

I did a little recon last week for our Hot Dog Death March and visited Oki-Dog, where I met the owner, who is an enormously pleasant, but surprisingly not enormous, gentleman who looks like he stumbled out of a Cheech & Chong flick and swore next time I showed up he’d buy my Oki Dog.
THERE WILL BE A TEST (I’m not kidding), so familiarize yourself with Oki-Dog now: check out the flickr set. Take copious notes.
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Voila, an Oki Dog. Would be a good candidate for This is why you’re fat.
@krazydad: Oh dear God.
WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!?! WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!
Oh. my. god.
But what a way to go…
(can’t stop giggling and typing all !!!!!11!!)
MUST TARD.
For me it’s all about the Oki Pastrami Burrito, with extra fried egg inside.
Scary. I think I need like 3-5 other people with whom to split one Oki-Dog.
@oren: That’s my favorite part. Must Tard? Is that a directive? A statement?
"Get out of my way! I must tard!" [drools]
Does this make me mean to differently abled people, if I find this funny?
Grease the pole, boys–I can’t get to hell fast enough!
I could be wrong, but I thought I heard that the original Oki Dog was a different place that isn’t around anymore, and this one is not related to the first. Am I way off?
@evan: I have no idea, and it needs researching.
The original "famous punk rock hang out" Oki Dog was at Santa Monica and Vista.
Even if we are wrong about a lot of things, I know we are correct in that the Oki-Dog we will be going to is infamous.