There's a hot dog stand across town that promises to stay true to the Chicago way of the dog. This means, they serve up frankfurters with no utensils, and if you ask for ketchup, you may be asked to leave. According to Chicago hot dog tradition, the red stuff ruins the pureness that is encased meat. We wonder if that means asking for Mango Chutney is out, too. Only one way to find out. Road trip anyone?