Confession: I love a good hot dog.
The best one I ever had was in Seattle at a bayside stand called Frankfurters back in 1982. I'm not sure if it was the cool Pacific mist, my cute traveling companion, the actual cooking method, or a combination of the three, but that was the tastiest hot dog ever.
These days I limit hot dogs to rare treats. I'm a sucker for the hot dogs at Sam's and have been known to schedule a shopping trip there to coincide with lunch time.
That said, I probably eat no more than 10 hotdogs in a year's time.
When I do enjoy one at home, I try and balance out the plate with some healthy goodies to counteract all the negative aspects of a tube steak.