The Jolly Pace.

So, yeah.  We missed the train.  But when life gives you lemonade, you mix it with beer and make shandy.

Or in our case, you hit the food court…

For some of the best Doggs we’ve had in a while.

However, they had a sign up at the cash register which said “Please check your order when you get it, we cannot give you a refund.”  We didn’t think anything of it, because seriously, how hard is it to make a hot dog, but two out of three orders were wrong.  I ordered 1 Chicago Style with fries and a drink, and I think mine was right because if you went into any restaurant in the metro area and said “Give me food!” it is statistically likely that you will walk out with 1 Chicago Style with fries and a drink.

Jolly ordered 1 plain, 1 Chicago Style and got 2 plain.  Odd, but potentially understandable.  Gyrpp ordered 1 Chicago Style -onions +cheddar, and got 1 Chicago Style -onions (no cheddar.)  This is baffling because they got his “special order” partially right.

Since the dogs were wrapped in paper, twice, in bags and buried in fries, and also because the guy who handed them to us read our orders correctly from the receipts stapled to the bags, we didn’t “check” them.   But they were really tasty, because grilled, and the fries were awesome, so by the time we had a chance to complain, we were too satiated to care.