In 1968 I returned from NY to LA with 20 pounds of #9 frankfurters, a huge amount of buns, and a quart of mustard.
That's how addicted I was to Sabrettes hot dogs.
Over the years, I've learned how to make the mustard, trained artisan bakers to create tiny buns, and cajoled local charcutaries into making small thin franks with the intense flavor.
Recently, however, we tried actual Sabrettes hot dogs, imported at an absurd price, plus an absurd shipping cost. What the hell! Time to check up on our standard of hot dogs.
Well, friends, it is a "sausage" that is about 2/3 oatmeal filler! One of the worst franks we've ever tasted. Clearly, Sabrettes has been sold to some corporate conglomerate, and you can simply forget quality...it ain't there.
I've no idea if this horror has filtered down to the local level in Manhattan, but if not, it surely will be along shortly. Their hot dogs - once the state of the art - are crap!
It is not just maddening and offensive to fnd companies lowering quality while trading on the name of a trusted product; it is a sign that the essense of capitalism - the idea that one can trust in a particular company - is dissolving in the eternal search for marginal profit.
Honor, reliability, trust in selected brands - Abercrombie and Fitch, for exmple, once the signature of classy stuff - are all shit, for sale to anyone who wants to buy.
I'm not really trying to do an Apocalypse here, but it certainly seems that there is no longer a Standard for NY classic food.