Today's View From the Unemployment Line

Today I left my Wrigleyville apartment to check out the offerings at a local hotdog joint called, "Wrigleysville Dogs." That's not a typo. My dog was ordered Chicago Style, meaning it was covered with tomatoes, relish, onions, and one large, hotdog-sized pickle slice. You might be able to make out the actual hotdog in the picture. The bun was soggy and the dog was serviceable.

"Wrigleysville Dogs" (again, not a typo) is located next to a convenience store that apparently sells something called "ciagars." I also had a "pop" with my lunch. Chicago sure is strange.