By lunchtime I'll be at the Chicago airport. My plan is to have a Chicago dog for lunch. I haven't had one in about four years... the last time I was at O'Hare. For those of us from the west coast, a Chicago dog is weird. There are strange pickled things that don't appear to be pickles, and hot peppers and I'm not sure what else. But I like them. And although it's 5:30 in the morning right now, I'm still looking forward to the strange goodness that is a Chicago dog.