"It's like gasoline in the sand. It's like a motorcycle at a hot dog stand."--Jonathan Richman. If you can't find something to like about a roadside hotdog stand, you are probably a dirty communist. That being the case, you will find absolutely nothing for you at Dundalk's Weenie World. (Its slogan: "I Ate the Whole Thing, Hon.") From the two dozen specialty hot dogs (junkyard dog: regular dog with pork barbecue, $2.50; the Dundawg: mushrooms, bacon, peppers, onions, cheese, $5.50; Storman Norman dog [sic]: chili, Tabasco, jalapenos, $1.75), to the standard dogs (corn, footlong, and regular in steamed and grilled varieties) Donna ("The Weenie Queen of Dundalk") has pretty much every kind of hot dog known to man, and she will sell them to you--sometimes while singing along to "God Bless America" on the radio. There are even several international varieties of sausage, and even one made with Old Bay. Add some fries, onion rings, and save room for desert--there's a Rita's next door. Weenie World is worth the ride to Dundalk. Just pretend you're on a road trip.