Making Bob Marley spin in his grave

Every month or so, I buy four buffalo hot dogs at the Dupont Circle farmers' market from the French guy who works at the Cibola Farms stand. I pick up ground buffalo meat for everyday cooking (I know, I know...), but I'm there for the tasty, spicier dogs. Tastier and spicier -- and healthier (though a hot dog's still a hot dog) -- than the chili half-smokes at Ben's Chili Bowl that deserve high praise. When I grill them up, I want to sing "Buffalo Hot Dogs" in the place of the title refrain of "Buffalo Soldier."