Binko,
I've lived in the North Country and Montréal–lands of the Michigan–for going on ten years now. Fully long enough to know the ins, outs, and some of the lore of that fabled chien chaud. As the wiki article you cite notes, Plattsburghers hold strongly that the guy who brought the recipe and technique of the Michigan was, in fact, *from* Michigan, and, indeed, claimed that his dog originated there. It's thus that the name "Michigan" refers to an origin, as well as to a style.
The meat sauce which is ladled over the top of the dog is a closely-held secret amongst the competitors. Each of the three main competitors' sauces in fact do taste different, which is a nice feature. As Hammond mentions, the dog itself is a wan thing, limp, pasty, no snap skin, pretty tasteless; indeed, merely a place-holder for the sauce and the onions.
McSweeney's is the class of the class, IMHO. Good sauce, always-fresh chopped onions, decent clean resto with cheerful kids serving. Plus, you can get a pretty damn good basket of onion rings if you wish.
Montréalers call 'em Michigans also, but everyone admits that no one in the city does them as well as they're done in Plattsburgh. One reason is that in Montréal, they're always cuit à la vapeur, which limpens things even more. Plus, Québec hot dogs are awful to begin with.
Anyway, that's a bit of the story about how Michigan Coney Islands became a staple of the North Country.
Geo
Sooo, you like wine and are looking for something good to read? Maybe
*this* will do the trick!
