Well, it is NOT at the "Toot'n Whistle", the cafe/shack beside the Picton stop for the Coastal Pacific Train to Christchurch in New Zealand. I made the bad decision to order a "hot dog" here a few years ago. I ordered it because I was suffering from a nasty migraine-like headache, craved something salty/tangy - and this was the only thing on the menu that matched my craving. I wish I had known that hot dogs in New Zealand are not the same thing as hot dogs in North America. They're more like pogos, but not as good - imagine a greasy, tasteless, battered, deep-fried sausage on a stick. Aka "d*** on a stick" and a rather cringe-inducing product to eat in public.