You are so right. I’ve had many terrible sandwiches that were sold as reubens.
Well, my Swedish Hot Dog experience is limited to one week in Stockholm in 1996, and I remember hot dog stands EVERYWHERE around Gamla Stan and Kungstragarden (or however you spell it). The hot dogs were about 18 inches long (in 12 inch buns, sticking out obscenely in both directions) and they had these huge, well, udders is about the only word that fits, big bulging bags of ketchup and mustard hanging from racks like IV bags to condimentize with. But the dogs were pretty good…Timmy
The one time I ordered a hot dog in Chicago I had to stop the guy from putting it on. Maybe he had my accent pegged but I like to think I have at least a bit of refinement.
This is very, very sad, indeed. Yet another in a long series of signs portenting society’s dismal decline. And, I must say, I have been to hot dog stands in Chicago too (all invariably named “Nicky’s” or “Nic Boys” or “Little Nick’s”), me, a true-blue Southsider, and almost had to physically restrain the fast-food heathen from descecrating a “hot dog everything” by dressing it with ketchup. Have societal standards really fallen this far? See, that’s the problem with rampant liberalism! Free love, rampant drug use, the Greatful Dead and ketchup on Chicago-style hot dogs. What next? Ketchup on Italian beefs? Ketchup on T-bones? Ketchup on Frosted Flakes? Where will it all end?