I would crawl on my hands and knees from Fifth and Shady to Station Street, through two feet of snow, for three hotdogs from the original Original Station Street hotdogs. Alas the place is gone! The O in Oakland isn't anything like as good.
Every now and then, in my misspent youth, Dad would say, "How many Origianal Hotdogs can you eat?" and he'd head out to Station Street to fill up. I could manage 4, and the last half of the fourth went down hard. Dad always ate 5. They were ornamented with mustard, relish, lots of lovely, hard, firm onions, and dill pickles.