Danger Dogs
- Jun 24
- 1 min read
I remember the first time I experienced LA’s most dangerous hot dog.
Picture this - it’s 2am. You had a few 3, 5, 6 martinis. The bar is closing and nothing’s open.
And as you’re leaving, a crowd starts forming around a Mexican lady equipped with the most interesting and questionable cooking rig you’ve ever seen. A small push cart topped with a sheet tray filled to the brim with bacon-wrapped hot dogs, onions and peppers, jalapeños - all powered by a single heat source: a sterno.
Now, I’m no health inspector, but I am a retired street food professional, and while there are some questionable practices associated to the LA danger dog, it is the iconic, undisputed late-night food of Los Angeles and it incredible, almost like a Mexican sausage and peppers.
And while these operations are all over the city, there’s one guy in particular that I’m obsessed with. The Original Martinez. Today I take inspiration from him. This is the LA Danger Dog. And I assure you it’s safe.





