When Brian and I were in Iceland the cool thing to do for everyone after hours was to eat at this one hotdog stand by the harbor and the flea market. You'd think by the size of the line of people waiting to buy their hotdogs that it was the most amazing tasting thing on Earth. The guy in front of us told me this hotdog is one of Iceland's national foods. We waited about 45 minutes until we finally made it to the counter to place our order. We ordered 4 dogs prepared "Clinton" style - named directly after Bill Clinton in honor of his visitation during his Presidency. Brian grumbled about it, but still was happy to feast on the hotdog with ketchup, some weird yellow colored mustard, and fried onions. After we both inhaled our late-night snack we knew exactly what the wait was all about. That was the best damn hotdog ever!

When we got back from the trip I visited Brian in Cincinnati about 5 months later and he surprised me by whipping up a batch of those exact same hotdogs. He found the stand online and ordered the whole kit! Brian was really cool and funny like that.