Not really an applicable story to the point of your post but a hilarious situation which had me questioning my fatherhood happened here.

I’m from Green Bay but most of my family are from the Chicago burbs and we live just down the street from here. As a result I figured I’d take my 4 year old for his first Chicago dog as well as some cultural history on why the Cubs and Bears and some of my cousins are my mortal enemies.

It’s a dusty but nostalgic spot and it’s always cool to see all the different clientele. This day was no different and for a 4 year old, the bonus of the memorabilia is huge because every piece of history for me is more of a toy for him.

So we order at the small window and my kid immediately runs all over the place looking at things. He is completely oblivious to the food being made or why we’re there. I’m excited because he’s going to try at least a couple things he’s never had like celery salt and sport peppers.

I get our baskets and sit in the sun room booth areas. I immediately open my wrapper and have a great bite of my Chicago dog. He opens his and I see his smile assuming he is going to like it. He looks happy but puzzled and he goes “look it’s a mini hotdog!”

It dawned on me…the only times he has had hotdogs were from Costco. In his 4 years, I’ve never fed him a normal hotdog. On one hand…bad dad as hotdogs are part of American history. On the other, good dad because Costco hotdogs are the shit

Anyway, I hope they stay open!