This. Although I do like a Zen hot dog one in a while.
You know ‘one with everything’. 
So, wait, that’s not the same thing as the Coney dogs that are all over Michigan? Now I’m confused.
Wiki makes “Michigan sauce” sound like pouring a jar of Prego with meat on your hot dog. Please tell me this isn’t the case.
I have and I didn’t care for it.
If it’s like what I’ve had in Michigan as a Coney dog, it’s basically just a watery bean less chili, reminiscent of Cincinnati style chili.
No, Michigan sauce is not like spaghetti sauce or beanless chili or taco filling, except in the sense that they’re all based on ground beef. It’s a thick sauce - if you put a scoop of Michigan sauce on a plate it would hold its shape and not spread out like spaghetti sauce or chili would. It’s also much less tomatoey than spaghetti sauce or chili. And while there are spices in it, it’s not as spicy as chili or taco filling. Nor does it have the Italian seasoning you’d find in spaghetti sauce.
Chili doesn’t have to be tomatoey at all. (My chili has no tomatoes or beans usually, for that matter.) But you’re right–they’re not all really soupy, either. Here’s some Coney dogs from Michigan. Is this what they’re like? The picture in your Wikipedia link makes it look quite soupy. I’m more used to getting something like this in Michigan, but there’s a range of thicknesses. I just consider that a beanless chili.
From further research, it appears that “Flint Style Coney Sauce” is the drier type.
And this recipe for Michigan sauce makes it look quite similar to what I’ve gotten atop of coneys in Michigan.
Mustard and raw diced onion, thankyouverymuch. And I’d prefer a half-smoke to a hot dog, but good luck getting one outside of DC.
Grilled, preferably over an open flame, until the casings blacken and split and hot sizzly oils run out the cracks. Then slathered with spicy brown mustard and sauerkraut.
And hey there Ranger Jeff! How can you have a join date of April 2013? Weren’t you, like, a member at least briefly when we first came over from AOL?
I see these threads now and again and I keep hearing ketchup is a sin on a Chicago hot dog. When I was growing up in Chicago, every hot dog I ordered with everything was mustard, ketchup, tomatoes, onions, relish and a dill pickle. No celery salt was ever offered and no “sport peppers”. I still love them this way. When did all this happen. I left town in the late 80’s before a “Chicago dog” was a thing.
That appears to be in the neighbourhood (although every place that serves Michigans has its own secret recipe which its partisans will claim if the best one).
OK, then I think those do exist in Michigan as coneys, which apparently don’t have anything really to do with Coney Island. Anyhow, here’s the link on that. It appears these items are related, and it just seems to be a difference of nomenclature, with people in Michigan calling them coneys (because why would they call them “Michigans”?) and in upstate New York calling them “Michigans.” I can’t tell if there is some subtle distinction otherwise.
And the article on chili dogs further adds to the confusion:
*Lt. Frank Drebin: Hector Savage. From Detroit. Ex-boxer. His real name was Joey Chicago.
Ed Hocken: Oh, yeah. He fought under the name of Kid Minneapolis.
Nordberg: I saw Kid Minneapolis fight once. In Cincinnati.
Lt. Frank Drebin: No you’re thinking of Kid New York. He fought out of Philly.
Ed Hocken: He was killed in the ring in Houston. By Tex Colorado. You know, the Arizona Assassin.
Nordberg: Yeah, from Dakota. I don’t remember it was North or South.
Lt. Frank Drebin: North. South Dakota was his brother. From West Virginia.*
Bravo. That was perfect. 
So in New York, they call it Michigan sauce. And in Michigan, they name it after a place in New York. And both places smear it on top of their hot dogs and then slip it into their buns.
Meanwhile, the rest of the country is saying, “Why don’t you two stop flirting and just get a room already?”
I know there’s more examples of this type of naming, where Place A names it after Place B and Place B names it after Place A, but my neurons aren’t firing in the right order to dig some examples up.
What can I say, I was desperate. I don’t like a bare dog.
(I went to the upscale granola-y co-op today and the only hot dogs rolls they had left were organic wheat ones for $5.59. It will be a cold day in hell. I came home and had my dogs unwrapped with yellow mustard.)