There really are no words to adequately express the love of a good hot dog.
In my early days, the best hot dogs were those at Coney Island in Gary, Indiana, around 13th and Broadway, if I remember correctly, maybe a little south. My dad would take me and my brother there to chow down on chili cheese dogs accompanied by a bowl of chili, oyster crackers, and a Coke. A simple recipe, the chili on the dog was the same chili in the bowl. Kind of soupy, kind of thick, small chunks of ground beef, and heavy on cumin, those dogs were a tasty treat that left smiles on everyone’s faces.