A reader from Canada writes in about Vancouver's own Japadog: "These guys had some hot dog stands around town...and had huge lineups during the Vancouver Olympics. Now they are coming to your city!"
from Inside Vancouver
Indeed, writes The Province, the Japadog owner "is so encouraged by those incredibly long lineups in downtown Vancouver for his enormously popular Japanese sidewalk creations that he plans to set up shop in New York."
Knowing New York's current passion for (1) standing in line for trendy food, (2) all things Japanese, (3) adorable, artisanal sidewalk food vendors, and (4) cheap, white-trash food turned into semi-haute cuisine (burgers, cupcakes, bacon, pizza, et al.), I predict that Japadog will be immensely successful here.
I also predict that they will first set up a cart in the East Village, to best capitalize on all of the above. Many fans will tweet deliriously about the seaweed hot dogs with wasabi mayonnaise. Detractors will complain in blogs about the block-long lines filled with obnoxious sidewalk hogs.
The hot dog people will then get into territorial battles with the Mud Truck and the Van Leeuwen truck. Foodie bloggers will get very excited when they finally go "brick and mortar" on 5th and B. They will open a second outpost on the outskirts of "MePa." Then another on the Upper West Side.
from Here, Eat This!
By this time, they will no longer be thought of as just "that cute Japanese hot-dog stand at Astor Place." There will be other, less kind words used to describe them. The phrase "You've been Japadogged" will spread as a synonym for what happens when a new business moves into your neighborhood and instantly becomes popular, bringing crowds of loud, oblivious people to your block.
Finally, when the now bigger, much more powerful Japadog announces plans for a three-story, outdoor, hot-dog and beer pleasure palace to be erected on a quiet street in "Nolita," the community will rally against them, successfully blocking construction. It will be another glorious win for proud NIMBYs everywhere.
At that point, the Japadoggers may wonder why they ever left the loving arms of Vancouver.