Coney Island back in Fort Wayne, which has no connection or
resemblance to the place in New York, other than the name. It's
downtown, it's been there since 1914 and they make these smallish hot
dogs on steamed buns with mustard, onions and this thin, cumin based
reddish sauce stuff that makes the inside of your car smell like an
armpit for three days if you are a devotee of dashboard dining and you
don't immediately throw away all coney related materials after eating.
But God are they ever good. There's nothing else like them. They're
not chili dogs or those Greek coney things you sometimes find in
Michigan.