After spending years and years of observing misinformed individuals in our great society abuse the sacred hot dog, I feel it is my duty, as a Chicagoan and wienerphile, to educate the masses with the following statement:
Under no circumstances does ketchup (aka catsup) belong on a hot dog!
And while everyone is here, Buffalo Wings are not to be breaded, and should be served with bleu cheese dressing, NOT ranch.
The world would be a more pleasant place if we could just follow these simple rules.
Though I was born and raised in the US, I have never understood that peculiar American conviction that ketchuo was a a blessed sacrament, a holy blood that transubstantiates any flesh to food.
In Europe they joke that an American will eat anything between two slices of bread, to which I always add “but first, he’ll ask if you have any ketchup”. That goes over big.
The evolution of ketchup from fish brine with spices to its modern incarnation is both educational and unappetizing.
Ah, perhaps they joke in Europe, but obviously not in Eastern Europe, because here (specifically Hungary, but I’ve noticed the same in Poland) ketchup is so obscenely overused, that it has even startled the occassional American tourist. To wit: I have been in certain cheaper places of fare where “spaghetti” is a concoction of over-cooked pasta and, gasp, ketchup. Plus, it is routine for a pizza restaurant to have ketchup on the table for customers to slather their slices in. It breaks my little heart…
. . . And the weird thing is, he actually talks like that! A buncha the boys were whoopin’ it up at the Malamute Saloon, and I said, “Hey, Ike, remember that time I looked into the heart of an artichoke?” And he said, “Eve, http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a3_095.html. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart.”
I am aware of Cecil Adam’s explanation of the topic. I still feel the need to remind all y’all of proper hot dog etiquette, just as the surgeon general feels the need to remind me every time i smoke a cigarette that i’m killing myself.
Mmm…fries and vinegar. Lovely. But you know what? And I am deeply, deeply ashamed to admit this, but I’ve grown quite fond of the mayo-on-fries bit. I know disgusting, and horrible for the arteries, but … strangely wonderful! Please don’t tell my friends in Chicago!!!
Here in Germany, you have to pay for to get ketchup for your fries. When we go to MacDonalds, I sneak in extra packs from our on post Burger King.
They have a french fry store here that has about 2 dozen sauces for fries, but the best is tzaziki. mmmm. I also like mayonaise or vinegar.
I don’t use ketchup on my hotdogs, but during strange moods or pregnancy, I’ve been known to eat them with chili, sauerkraut, relish, mustard, onions, cheese, and jalenpenos, all at the same time. You gotta eat it with a fork. Strangely enough, it’s what my mother ate when she was pregnant with me.
And right on about the Buffalo wings! Personally, I consider ranch dressing an abomination, but that’s just me.
Ketchup is not a condiment it is a cover. Only use it when you want to cover the taste (like on scrambled eggs). Or in omuraisu (sp?), a Japanese breakfast dish of rice fried with ketchup (mmmmmmm…can’t eat it enough).
Good on fries: Tartar sauce.
Dipping your fries in a Wendy’s frosty is surprisingly good.
Now that I’ve said that I’ll also say that I don’t eat hotdogs much. Has to do with selling them myself at a concession.
But my brother uses ketchup on just about everything and it breaks my heart some of the stuff he uses it on. Like my lovely hobo potatoes. They have no need of ketchup! Not at all.
Fries are best with vinegar and seasoning salt. Ketchup can also be added to up the flavour but vinegar and seasoning salt is the best.
Ohmygod! I forgot about ohm rice, that I like ketchup on. My Korean mom makes it, she takes a mound of fried rice and then drapes an omelet over it. Mmmm, that’s good eating. Of course, one wouldn’t want to use so much ketchup as to totally drown out the taste, that would be barbaric.
One, no lie, when I was working at a casino buffet, I served a lady who wanted ketchup to put on top of her biscuits and gravy. Thinking about it still keeps me up at night.
And I put ketchup in my cottage cheese and mix it all around; a filthy, disgusting habit that horrifies my wife to no end. She claims this practice turns a perfectly respectable dairy product into something resembling “bloody brains.” Which, of course, only encourages me to intentionally dribble it down my chin while eating.