The best hot dogs ever in the history of people putting processed meat parts into casings are made by Omaha Steaks.

This pronouncement requires a little explanation. I’ve had Omaha Steaks hot dogs — they call them Gourmet Franks — before, once when Fred and Ethel hauled a few from their freezer once summer night when we were debating about what to do for dinner. And, uh, sweet holy jesus.

And then I forgot. I’m pretty fond of Nathan’s hot dogs — sharp casing and spicy meat. But The Wife surprised me with the Omaha Steak doggies tonight, after she found herself near the new outlet in Cranberry this afternoon.

Grilled? A little brown mustard and onion? With a glass of Penn Weizen on the side?

Yeah.