In Cedar Rapids, Iowa, there's a little hot dog joint called the Flying Weenie, which serves wonderful Nathan's dogs with chili and fresh-cut fries. Also, though I can't find a picture online, there's an airplane on top of the restaurant (and the engine block is inside by the counter).
We used to joke about the name being a new ultra-budget class of air travel: First-Class, Business Class, Coach and Weenie. Well, now someone's gone and suggested standing room sections on jumbo jets, and our only defense, as I see it, is going to be ridicule.
Inappropriately joyous non-sequitur: Naomi Chana, of Baraita, is back and blogging about Yom Hashoah and the First Crusade!