Recently, I’ve been seeing hot dogs everywhere.

At dive bars, naturally, but also swank lounges. Jammed thoughtlessly into a bun at some places, exquisitely dressed with caviar at others. Of course they’re at the ballpark. But the centerpiece of a daytime dance party at a gay bar?

I started to think I was conjuring them, or suffering some kind of nitrate-induced mania from eating too many.

But they’re real. And they’ve become as ubiquitous in D.C.’s nightlife scene as grass walls and espresso martinis.

When Henceforth, the bright new addition to the D.C. brewing scene, officially opened its rooftop deck in the former H Street Country Club space on July 4, customers could watch the fireworks with housemade beers, canned wines, and $4 hot dogs and a fixings bar. Throughout June, Blagden

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