Barbeque Sauce on Corndogs?

So I forgot to write about this before, but it's running accross the screen in my mind now, so here goes:

At the Baseball game, I was so excited to see cordogs and beer for sale. They sell whole entrees of soups and rice, and other japanese delicacies, but I wanted some good american junk at the good american game of baseball. So after figuring out that they wouldn't take the coins in yen, I bought the token required from the machine and approached the counter. I, of course, had to point at what I wanted, my corndog.

I was at the brink of mission accomplishment. The gentlemen barked, 'hai', and smiled.

::Enter slow-motion portion::

He offered me the corndog. I was about to take possession, when his other hand approached the dog, carrying a dark bottle. I screamed 'Noooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!', and tried to withdraw the dog, but it was too late. His hand had begun to squeeze and barbeque sauce splattered over the dog.

::Re-enter regular motion::

I walked away knowing that Japanese try to have american type items, but they always come out askewed in the end.

Then I learned of another Japanese-ism. They don't like napkins.