The Wiener’s Circle
Alright, so I am TOTALLY glad that I was warned about this place before I came. I asked my friends about where to get a Chicago dog, and what exactly is a Chicago dog? They reply, it has a bunch of toppings, including sweet peppers and mustard. So I say, oh, I’m not the biggest fan of sweet peppers or mustard so I probably should order one without them. They reply: No! I will get yelled at! So I decide my game plan at the Wiener’s Circle is to order a Chicago dog (charred) with cheese and mustard on the side (to dip). Then I don’t have the mustard and can probably pick off the sweet peppers.
So here I am, waiting in line, and the guy ahead of me orders exactly what I would have ordered if I wasn’t schooled ahead of time. A Chicago dog, no peppers or mustard. The response:
“What you talkin’, you dumb bitch! Ain’t no Chicago dog if it ain’t got mustard! You gettin’ extra mustard, and you gon’ like it! If you ain’t want a Chicago dog, then you don’t order a Chicago dog, ya hear? Step your fat ass to the side and wait for your dog! Next!” Guy looks dumbfounded and scoots over.
I’m next and I’m prepped. In my loudest and most affirmative “street” voice (ha!), I go “Alright, woman, I want a Chicago dog, I want cheese on it, and gimme the mustard on the side so I can dip it!”
They responded well to that. I handed them my money, and realized that I paid not only for a Chicago dog, but for the experience of yelling my order at someone and feeling like a gangsta.
