So you've sworn off your favorite illicit substance; you can't get a date with you-know-whom; and that boat you were going to sail across the Atlantic is at least one lottery win away. But there's one craving you can still satisfy with less than $2.50 in your pocket: Get in line at Joey D's counter, grab a couple of Chicago dogs--the real thing, poppyseed bun and all--and collapse on one of the chairs outside. Then, as the ketchup runs down your chin, consider what else you could possibly want right now. Except, of course, another hot dog.