Ketchup doe not belong on a hot dog.
Sez you.
I spent some time in Detroit and grew to like hot dogs topped with chili, chopped onions, and ketchup.
Hate to say it but the best hot dogs I ever ate was about 40 years ago in Denmark. I still dream about them. They had a long skinny frank that was garlicy on a little short cardboard tasting bun. The topping was a mustardy horseradish and fried onions. Oh my goodness! Yummy! I’ve never been able to replicate them so I’m guessing the secret was in the frank.
You’re right, ketchup doesn’t belong on hot dogs any more than beans belong in chili. We had an exchange student who hated mustard and wanted ketchup on his first dog. Nope, sorry, kiddo. I made his dog with mustard. Ah, he understood!
I put mine on the bun.
You are absolutely correct: ketchup has no right to call a hotdog home.
My standard toppings are yellow mustard and vidalia onion, finely chopped.
If I want to go whole hog, I add a pickle spear, chopped tomato (I know I am arguably getting close to ketchup here, but the taste is quite different), and chili w/o beans. That’s great!
When my kids insist on putting ketchup on my excellently grilled dogs, I cringe, but I figure they will grow out of that pernicious habit.
“Ketchup doe not belong on a hot dog.”
I’d argue that it doesn’t belong anywhere.
ketchup only
Movie reference.