What you see here is a NYC street tradition. It is a jar of Sabrett's hot dog onions. It looks like a jar of sauce in the picture but it is filled with cooked sliced onions IN a spiced sauce. The Sabrett frank is the premier choice on the streets of NY. Any vendor worth his weight sells Sabrett's. Their natural casing franks are good and the onions are good. A key thing with these franks and the vendors that sell them is that they do not overload them with a multitude of crap nor do they give you that option. That is great as far as I'm concerned. You can get the onion, mustard, kraut, ketchup as the norm. Some vendors may carry raw onions. The point being, they are simple and not "polluted". People say to me "how can you eat those hot dogs from a street vendor?". It's easy. They taste great. They try and say that you don't know what's in them, blah, blah. The fact is, the factory is like any other that is overseen by inspectors. Besides, if they taste great, I don't care what's in them. It's not like I eat them everyday.
Now there are places across the country that serve up hot dogs and no doubt they are very good and some probably horrible. I have seen the simple nude frank to ones that have been suffocated in layers of slop. To me, it isn't about how much crap you can fit on the roll with the dog but using a top grade dog and using condiments sparingly so everything shines. Oh, and there is no such thing as a gourmet hot dog. It's just a stupid label that is stuck on (like pizza) to make people think the dog is now fit to eat by the aristocracy because someone put a slice of avocado on it. Give me a break already. Simple fare is simple fare and should remain that way and not to try to dress it up so it would be deemed suitable for the upper class. Either eat it for what it is or move on to something else like prime rib.
Where am I going with all of this? Hell if I know. I guess it's time to bring the lowly hot dog to the forefront again in its purest form and tradition. After all, the sausage (that is what they really are) is a worldwide tradition in a myriad of cultures and guess what, they ain't designed to be upper class. We serve them at the Roadkill Cafe
and Johnny makes them fresh. Even big shots like us (har, har, hardee, har, har) appreciate a good dog. So the next time you grab a dog, think about it and show a little respect before ladling on too much crud.