Great minds have been reduced to rubble by the philosophical quandary of whether they are sandwiches, despite the fact they're blatantly not. Friendships have been fractured over the topic of ketchup; families ideologically divided by an ocean of piping-hot chili.
Regional hot dogs styles are like charismatic cult leaders... an acknowledgment of our brotherhood and community, and used to let everyone else know exactly how terrible they are in comparison.
Perhaps we can learn to love all the hot dogs? For each and every one is beautiful in its own special way. To rob a hot dog of its potential is to rob ourselves. (Except if we're talking about ketchup, which is gross.)
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