You don’t go to Myrtle Beach for fine dining. There are a few exceptions, but this golf mecca doesn’t deliver Scottsdale’s often surprisingly inventive cuisine from up-and-coming chefs or Las Vegas’ showy, over-the-top celebrity chef spinoff casino restaurants. And Myrtle Beach is a lot more than 686 miles from Manhattan.

And you know what? There’s absolutley nothing wrong with that. Who cannot get on board for good cheap golf, often unbelievably cheap hotels, beer laws that would make the Bush twins grin and a strip club on every other corner?

Myrtle Beach is the type of town where you want to embrace those cheap eats too.

Take Sam’s Corner. This Grand Strand institution is a hot dog diner with beer on tap and usually at least one shady looking guy sitting at the counter. If you go at the prime Sam’s hours that is.

Sam’s is a 24-7 operation, but anyone who goes there before Midnight needs much more than their cholesterol checked. When you need something to eat at 2:11 a.m. in Myrtle Beach, you go to Sam’s. When you need something to eat at 3:33 a.m. in Myrtle Beach, you hit Sam’s.

There’s been some internet chatter on food sites that Sam’s Corner is now overrated. That’s it not as good as it used to be.

Sorry, I can’t see it. This is my first trip to the Grand Strand in a few years and it’s still the same Sam’s. I’m not a hot dog guy. I don’t even eat hot dogs at a major league baseball game. But the chili dogs at Sam’s Corner are that rarest of hot dog: an edible one. Heck, they’re good when you’re stonecold sober.

And the fries aren’t bad either.

There’s a Sam’s Corner right on North Kings Highway in MB and another branch I can’t vouch for in Garden City.

It’s Myrtle Beach. You’re worried about your figure?