What in the heck was this Midwestern guy who's now a Vegas local doing ordering a Chicago dog from a place called Pink's that's out of Los Angeles? He was letting his hungry stomach guide him to making a stupid lunch choice. As I stood there and ordered that overly priced Chicago style combo meal I thought of the Pace salsa commercials. You know the ones where they ask where the other salsa was from and they said New York City. New York City? Yeah, you know the rest of that story. So as I sat down with my Pinks Chicago dog I'm thinking of the real deal I've enjoyed on many a day in downtown Chicago. My mind was recalling something wonderful, but the cheer from someone betting on the horses at the Sportsbook quickly snapped me back to reality and I took a bite of what was in front of me. And I quickly realized that yeah, the daydream of past experiences was so much better than what I had just shelled out $10 for! My combo was the LA version of a classic and it just sucked. Tough, chewy, bland, bleech! The toppings along with some passable fries and knowing if I didn't eat it would be awhile before I could again are the only things that kept me eating so my stomach would shut up. Fortunately I keep a roll of pepto chewables around...two pink chewables served as the end of my first Pink's experience. \n\nPeople like this stuff? I don't get it. Some things from Cali make great exports to other states...but Pinks is not one of those things.