Hot Dogs in Rockaway Beach, OR

“After countless attempts, false hope, and near-mythical sightings, we finally witnessed the impossible: PRONTO PUP WAS OPEN. The clouds parted. Angels sang. Seagulls froze mid-scream. The Pacific Ocean itself seemed to nod in approval.
Standing guard out front was a giant corn dog you can RIDE LIKE A HORSE, and because we are clearly well-adjusted adults, my husband and I mounted it immediately and rode it like feral children while cars drove past honking. Were they cheering? Who knows. But if you want the full Pronto Pup experience, dignity must be abandoned at the curb.
We then declared, that we would feast!!
The Original Pup reminded us why classics survive generations.
The Pepper Jack cheesy pup was melty, glorious, and dangerously addictive.
The Louisiana spicy sausage pup brought the heat and chose violence in the best way.
The Zucchini pup had absolutely NO business being that good and yet here we are.
And then came the Pickle Pup.
A jaw-dislocating, life-altering, GIANT PICKLE wrapped in glory. I literally could not get my mouth around it, and I have a big mouth. This pickle changed me.
As if that wasn’t enough, we also had a cup of chili, which somehow made everything better and felt like the warm, comforting hug we didn’t know we needed.
The only pup we didn’t try was the jalapeño pup, not because of fear, but because legends require sequels. This was a calculated decision. A promise.
The staff were friendly, fast, and clearly operating at elite corn-dog levels. Service was phenomenal, prices were solid, and in a shocking Oregon coast plot twist: the bathrooms were clean. Not “fine.” Not “acceptable.” Spotless. Heroic.
Come for the pups. Stay for the rideable corn dog, the phenomenal service, the spotless bathrooms, and the validation that yes, Pronto Pup is real and yes, you should absolutely act unhinged while you’re there.
We will return.
Jalapeño pup, your time is coming.“