There seems to be more variations in 'chili' than just about anything. Back in my time on the road, I got into one of my 'quests'. I set out to find the country's best chili burger. Hand cut fries was a bonus. I'd go into a truck stop restaurant- or other likely looking joint, and if I spotted a chili burger on the menu, I'd quiz the waitress if it was good or house made, etc, and if it sounded promising, I'd order one. This quest went on for a couple of years anyway, off and on. If the patty was some pre frozen slab from a greasy griddle, or the chili was just dumped out of a can, zero.points and I'd usually shrug and walk out never to darken that door again. Fresh ground chuck, charred, hand pattied, chili, well seasoned, of cubed roast best-selling now we're talking and accompanied by fresh, hand cut French fries. That was worth an encore on the next trip past the place!
But the winner, (I knew you'd ask) was a little truck stop in the middle of nowhere at a place called Road Forks that is on the border between Arizona and New Mexico. They have you a choice between red chili with or without beans, or green chili-no beans. The green was the hands down winner. Two hand formed parties of fresh ground round, smothered. And another platter of hand cut fries on the side. Unbelievable! You couldn't (or at least shouldn't) finish it, but after probably 30+ years, I still remember it.
Jim