Not just any chili dog, but a Der Wienerschnitzel chili dog has been a long-time guilty pleasure of mine. This chili dog was devoured in my car after I cleared the drive-up window. I skipped dinner because I was speaking at a wine event that night, then went for beers after the event and was f'ing hungry.
I recall eating four chili dogs and two bags of fries once a week back in high school. I used to cut out coupons for the two chili dogs and a bag of fries deal for $1.99. There's something about a creamy, fatty chili that I like; similar to my strange desire for Dennison's Chili.
After slamming this dog down my pie hole and having it absorbed as pure fat into my system, I raced home and fell asleep. The next morning as I was cleaning my car, I could still smell the evidence of my late night feeding and luckily, I didn't drip any of the chili on my seats.