So I came across a street festival today (more on that later), and where there's a street festival, there's street food. Sort of. My first indulgence was a mini turtle cheesecake cupcake. Chocolate cake, cheesecake frosting, and all the requisite turtle toppings. Pretty good choice.
After that, I saw a stand offering "Chicago-style Hot Dogs". I'm from 90 miles outside Chicago. I studied there for a few months in college, have had relatives and friends living there almost my whole adult life, and I cheer for the Bears AND the Cubs (we can debate the wisdom behind this choice at another time). But you tell me: Is this a Chicago-style hot dog?
The answer, my dear readers, is No. I'll admit to skipping the sport peppers, but they had no tomatoes! So I put <gasp> ketchup on it. And that pickle relish certainly isn't neon green, and there's nary a poppy seed on that bun. But they did have the oft-forgotten celery salt, and it was still a hot dog, so I ate it. I'm mostly okay with that choice.
And to wash it down several blocks later, I just had to hit up this coffee shop, and the bathroom sign made it worth the effort of crossing the street.
Definitely a bad ass choice.
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