I used to love to eat hot dogs at baseball games. Then my dad ruined it by telling me this story: There was some labour benefit he was volunteering for years ago, at the H.H.H. Metrodome, and he took a job in the kitchen for the day. As my dad was throwing away unused hotdogs, on buns, the head hot dog guy walks up, and says 'Whoa, what're you doin'?! Those are good hotdogs!' He then proceded to take a dog out of the trash, made an 'ok' sign with his hand, stuck the end of the sausage part in the small 'ok' hole, and pulled the hotdog through it, scraping the bun away. He then threw the meat into a bin of fresh hotdogs. My dad left in disgust, and I've never been back. Yup.

Kramarczuk's in SE Minneapolis has kick-ass sausage, and good hotdogs, too. :)

---Lepus Rex