…She wants more juice, didn’t like her cereal and wants the motherfucking cold cuts back and sticks her fist in her mouth just to show me then pulls out a handful of drool to drip on the floor. Jack wants the stapler and tells me, for the tenth time, how earthquakes are killing all the panda bears in China.

Between airport layovers and gas stops off I-80 I’ve spent about 5 collective hours in Chicago. I’ve seen the Lake Michigan, stood on the steps of the Field Museum and smoked outside O’Hare in a snow storm. But I never tasted an actual Chicago style hot dog.  I’ve seen the …