An aspect of Detroit that I was totally unfamiliar with is the city's love affair with the Coney Dog. At practically every street corner, stood an old diner, run by 2nd or 3rd generation Greeks, serving delectably entubed hog parts smothered in mustard, onions, chili, and cheese. Nirvana!

At the Henry Ford Museum, you can even see the original Oscar Mayer Weinermobile, and who doesn't love seeing a gigantic weiner, I ask you?