The Legend of the Bacon Hot Dog Cart
As I stumble out of another bar after having a few too many drinks, the only thing on my mind is, “Where the fuck am I, and how am I getting home?” The next thing I’m thinking is, “Jesus Christ I am so fucked up!” Once I get that out of my system I immediately think of where to get some cheap, greasy, artery-clogging, heart attack-inducing, GRUB. I roam the streets, listening for the sizzle and smell of bacon, praying to the late-night binge drinking Gods that they will lead me to the promised land.
Alas, over yonder I see a group of people standing on a corner. My eyes and ears focus on the scene. Sizzle. I get a hard on and make my way towards the corner as if there were a pot of gold there for the taking, except this is better. Basking in all it’s glory is quite possibly one of the greatest sights to behold when you’re piss drunk, the elusive Bacon Hot Dog Cart.
I say elusive because they only come out late at night to catch the drunken horde of the inebriated and hungry, and they do not have a set location. On any given night they can be on any street corner, ready to satisfy the masses, but this only adds to their allure and appeal.
There are usually multiple carts around the city, in most of the popular partying neighborhoods such as SoMa, but you will almost certainly find one in the Mission. I’ve caught them all over the Mission on both Mission and Valencia, between 16th and 24th. If you find yourself in the Mission late at night, just ask around if anyone has seem them and follow your eyes and ears.
This is all you really need to know:
- Street food
- Meat wrapped in meat
These guys (and gals!) don’t fuck around. You have a cart with a flat grilling surface and they bang these out like nobody’s business. The formula is pretty simple: you take a hot dog, wrap it in bacon, grill it with some onions and jalapenos, and slap it with ketchup, mustard, and mayonaise. Charge $3 and serve the next one.
I buy two every time and make no apologies. See:
Sometimes I wonder if these would be just as good if I had one while sober. Well, I’ve never seen them around during the daytime so I guess I’ll never know. But, I honestly cant imagine these NOT being good. You have meat wrapped in bacon, for Christ’s sake.
If you want to see it in action, check out this video clip. Warning: may induce culinary equivalent of a boner. Can you say multitasker!?
They say even a blind pig can find the occassional truffle, and I know from personal experience that even a drunken bastard can find the Bacon Hot Dog Cart with a little luck.
Have you experienced the magic of the legendary Bacon Hot Dog Cart?
Thanks for the photos, BJ!
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