Two Dorks and a Bag of Weenies

Today’s excursion – a visit of the Vienna Weenie factory on Chicago’s North Side.

We picked up Julie and James and raced north with hunger pangs and dreams of nitrates.

Victims of poor timing and planning – we learned after arriving that you have to call ahead to schedule a factory tour – AND – the employee cafeteria (open to the public) had already shut down for lunch.

Heartbreak.

The company store was open so we bought a bag of Vienna Cocktails Dogs and enjoyed them on the parking lot while waiting for Julie’s friend Tina to arrive.

Tina rocks. A spunky little school teacher with a great fashion sense, compulsive obsession with hair color, (it was orange last time we saw her), and a kinky streak we suspect would make any of the automatons at the Cell Block blush. She’s a friend-in-law by way of Julie – but we adore her nonetheless.

She expressed her disappointment at our predicament by destroying a cocktail weenie.
Hmmm.. Symbolism.

We ventured south to a place called The Pontiac – a retrofitted service station turned cafe.

We sat outside and socialized.. Enjoyed a sandwich – and moved on.. Tonight we head to my childhood friend’s home for dinner – not that I’m blogging or anything.