Everyone's a Weiner

My second vacation before my vacation and a little getaway for Al and myself would send me west again. I wasn't going as far as Montana, or even half way, but it was another familiar place. We were headed to Chicago and I couldn't wait. I was excited not only to show Al a place that he had never been, but also because I love Chicago. After shockingly getting Al to the airport on time we still managed to almost miss our flight, nonetheless, to the windy city we went.

As soon as we had dropped our stuff off at Arlington House, a hostel with double rooms, we headed around the corner to the Weiner Circle. The Weiner Circle is the best place to get Chicago style hotdogs. Not only are the hotdogs great, but they have a gimmick too. Basically people come in after hitting the bars and insult the woman who work there. The women, who have been knicknamed “the bitches,” are just as insulting. I don't want anyone yelling at me but it's pretty funny to watch. Just be careful that you don't ask for a chocolate shake, and if you do, don't say that I didn't warn you!