If you’ve never been told the deeply emotional and truly profound story of the birth, success and death of the junk food Los Angeles stop ‘Pup N’ Taco’ then look no further. The above mini-doc lays out the whole sordid tale. Actually Pup ‘N Taco served excellent chili dogs to which I was quite partial as a young fella. The buildings were all little A-Frame numbers and it was a drive-through which was a good thing since it meant my mom could stop and get me a chili dog on the way home from my piano lesson which I could consume in the car so as not to have dinner too late. The chili dog was, in a sense, an antipasti of sorts, one that I looked forward to in between stops for an after-school Jack In The Box cheeseburger. By sixth grade I’d moved on from drive-through junk to consuming a full box of doughnuts and a gallon of milk after school. Had there been Zepbound at the time my parents could probably have saved a lot of money. On the other hand the Pup N’ Taco commercials (see below) actually advertise two of any of their specialties for twenty-nine cents so maybe my predilection for after-school pig-outs wasn’t really such a big deal. I will now eat a carrot.