The hot dog I bought outside the Comet last night. Holy fuck it was yummy. I said to the guy—classic scaredy-cat grossed-out-by-sausages Frizzelle—"Which one has the least amount of skin?" Because let's be honest, hot dogs with that intestine-tube skin are revolting. And the guy said, "Probably Polish. Or vegetarian." So I went Polish. Cream cheese, grilled onions, ketchup. Oh my god. Do it. Don't be scared.