“Donald Trump loves hot dogs—loves them. But he reserves a particular devotion for the ones served at the snack shack beside the 11th tee box at Trump National Golf Club outside Washington, D.C.—wieners that, on Trump’s personal scale of human achievement, probably rank somewhere between mankind’s first glimpse of gold in a riverbed and the construction of Trump Tower,” Forbes reports.Said a former club employee: “He has this weird, very odd pride about how good the hot dogs are. That’s his thing. The chef has to be out there. And he’s like, ‘Chef, get everyone a hot dog—all these guys.'”“And everyone means everyone—roughly 30 carts full of Secret Service agents included. But the president’s frankfurters are not free… Ethics rules restrict agents from accepting gifts from those they serve. So Trump’s club charges the agency that protects him.”“There, in one all-beef transaction, is the Trump presidency in miniature: Trump owns the club. Trump controls the chef. Trump doles out the hot dogs. Trump watches everyone eat them. Then Trump’s business sends the government the bill.”