19 Jan And Now, Part 2
After our excursion at Baby Loves Disco, my husband was very excited to take the girls and I to the world renown Pink’s for hot dogs. And not just any hot dogs. These are hot dogs to the stars. Naturally, after an afternoon of dancing and the fact that we aren’t cruising around Hollywood that often these days, we happily obliged.
I learned a few things that late afternoon that I’d like to pass on, just in case you’re headed for Hollywood anytime soon.
Don’t go to Pink’s if you don’t have the time (or the patience) to wait in line for at least 20 minutes or in our case, 50. For. A. Hot. Dog.
Don’t got to Pink’s in the middle of a So Cal cold snap. Keep in mind that you are outside, on a street corner as you wait in line.
Don’t go to Pink’s with children that have danced for hours and are over-tired, hungry and very, very cold (because they just might just have to wait in line for 50 minutes in the bitter cold).
Don’t go to Pink’s if you think for one moment you’d have the good fortune of actually landing a table inside of their tiny indoor
dining room because chances are you’ll have to sit outside.
Don’t go to Pink’s if you just got a wisdom tooth pulled as you just might, in trying to cram a hot dog down your throat, tear your stitches and injure your so that you won’t be able to eat anything but soup for the next 48 hours.
Don’t go to Pink’s if you don’t have your camera because you wouldn’t ever want to forget a family outing like this.