Eat at Your Own Risk

Carrie earned this one! She burned off enough calories running up the Empire State Building on Tuesday to indulge in guilt-free hotdogs at Crif Dogs in the East Village.

Forget Nathans or Oscar Mayer. This crusty dive prepares the most incredible smoked frankfurters, deep-fried or grilled, and smothered with over 23 toppings.

Carrie ordered the "Good Morning" wrapped in bacon and smothered in melted cheese and a fried egg along with a can of PBR and bowl of tater tots. I inhaled the "Chihuahua," a dog wrapped in bacon and covered with avocadoes and sour cream. For dessert we split the "Spicy Redneck" with chili, cole slaw and jalapenos.

Most fans stumble in around 3am looking to feed an early hangover or use the graffiti-laden toilet under the staircase. Carrie and I were here to also sneak a peak at PDT, a gritty speakeasy accessible through the telephone booth. The bar wasn't open though (it opens at 6pm) and the staff recommends reservations.