I’m fascinated with Hot Dogs
They’re a guilty pleasure. Yes, but I love them because each little meaty, mustard, maniac-in-a-bun has it’s very own tale, deep rooted our American history.
Much like many of our grandparents, they immigrated to this country and had to reinvent themselves. The Frankfurter shortened it’s name to Frank, met the infamous bun and triumphed in the new world. Each is as unique as the cities you find them in, and their toppings are as diverse as the people who create them.