This is Faygo, arguably the nectar so jealously horded by Zeus and the other Olympians. If you have the means, I highly recommend this over whatever local swill you imbibe. That is all.
There was one flavor of Faygo I really liked that they stopped making. I think it was called Arctic Sun or something like that.
Shit, I haven't been to Detroit in over 25 years and 1989 was the last time I visited Illinois. I can't remember all that. All I know is that I never left the midwest hungry.
If there's no chili, onions, mustard, coleslaw, sauerkraut, shredded cheese, and jalapeno, it's not a coney.
And for the record anyone over the age of 3 who puts KETCHUP on a hot dog deserves to be rolled in ground glass.