I f****ing love hot dogs. I really do. I am not biased, I welcome all styles. The only NYC dogs I have had since moving here were the four I crushed in the park during the shooting of “Krista Turns 30” and the one “appetizer” hot dog we had on our 4am quest for NYC pizza (see photo above). Wait, I f****ing love pizza. Hot dogs may be second. Actually it goes: pizza, mimosas, and then hot dogs. Sorry, hot dog.

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