If you're from Michigan, you saw this title and envisioned a meat- and potato-filled pie. If you're from anywhere else, you might be expecting stripper glitter and tassels. It's PAAH-sties, folks. Not PAY-sties.
There's no denying that the Coney Dog is a hot mess of a dish. You take a hot dog and top it with a spiced ground-beef-gravy sort of sauce. And then you layer on the mustard. And the onions. And if you're a bit of an iconoclast, you toss on some shredded Cheddar. I did. And I don't regret it one bit. But you're going to want to double up on the napkins.
Recurring Conversation with Mr. Bear: Me: But you should like [foie gras/cornichons/confit/Insert Rejected French Food Here]. You're French, for god's sake! Mr. Bear: What are you talking about? Me: Your name's Belanger, darling. Where exactly do you think that comes from? Mr. Bear: It's Norman. Me: Norman. Mr. Bear: Yes. Like William the Conqueror. Me: Who came from...? Mr. Bear: Normandy. Me: Which is in...? Mr. Bear: England. -Long Pause-