Hot dogs are perhaps the easiest food to make at he yet somehow in the Midwest they seem to hold a special place in peoples hearts. old fucks like reminiscing about old thing s and old hot dogs stands seem to bring strong emotion which is captures in this goofy book called "Never Put Ketchup On A Hotdog'.
This lame book examines Chicago's love affair with hot dog stands ,which I will never understand, and the players who started the big names in the hot dog industry. The love affair with these salt stuffed sausages is neurotic dedication and author Bob Schwartz somehow actually got a book publisher and company to back a book about Chicago hot dogs. I mean who really would purchase this book even if you are a lifelong Chicagoan and eat hot dogs three times a day. the book shows the founders of such places as super dawgs, gene and Jude's, Nana,' Portillos, Carl's, and just a bunch of small little shitholes of businesses creating food that you could easily recreate in your backyard grill. This place even talked about Doug Sohn, the shithead owner of Hot Dougs who insisted on using Foie gras long after many top chefs and a city ban of this practice of stuffing slaughterhouse animals with forced overeating. 
Doug Sohn gladly paid a fine before massive pressure made this hot dog back off nd eventually he quit his hotdog stand and we don't have to hear much about this prick anymore as he moved to Arizona because taxes are too high or something. Anyone who thinks a fucking hot dog and making one is an art is an idiot as the food item is gross and basically a chunk of meat of the scrapes and pits of a big agribusiness crowded slaughterhouse where animals are tortured in confined quarters eating cheap grains that are unnatural to their diet in the wild. anyone proud of an industry like that glamorizing a hot dog clearly us a writer without his objectives and priorities set.
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