We did a drive-by to check line length. The queue outside looped around several times and ran along the sidewalk about 50 feet, nearly curving around the edge of the building to the parking lot. Are these people crazy? They must know something I don't know. I was ready to bail, but DVC insisted we stay and get something out of having ventured across town in the middle of the night (driving anywhere in LA is inevitably a pain and must be made to seem worthwhile if at all possible to prevent deep depression from setting in). So we bundled up and braved the light mist to join the eclectic crowd. A pair of body builders waited in front of us, a family with 4 small children (at midnight! tsk tsk) behind us. The odd collection of people thrown tightly together is enough to keep one entertained during the wait - high school kids coming from a school dance, an elderly couple holding hands, a bunch of suits smoking cigars, one badass chick in line all by herself. Finally made it to the front and went with a bacon chili cheese dog and a Hollywood Walk of Fame special (chili, shredded cheese, tomatoes, onions, mustard). And fries, natch.