I do eat hot dogs sometimes, I admit it. Sometimes at a flea market or a baseball game, you just gotta go with the flow and have yourself a juicy hot slickly cased amalgam of animal snouts and lips. But the hot dogs at Dixie's Little Dog House are a cut above the common man's wiener; they're real Vienna. And delicious. Cheese fries, Italian sausage, and a malt, and I'm good to go. Let's start the car and head to Treasure Island right now!