Hot dogs are as American as apple pie and I want to have a real American wedding. So when I heard there was such a thing as a hot dog buffet, I knew I had to have one for my wedding. Being from Chicago, there would be no ketchup allowed but there would be enough celery salt to drown an elephant. The dogs would be Vienna Beef and the buns would be poppy seed. Warmed of course. Maybe I could convince Hot Doug’s to cater the event. I would love a fois gras covered duck sausage on my wedding day. Heck, I could go for one right now.