Stockton's Chicago Dog

I'm in Chicago working this week, and passed an interesting family landmark on my way out of Midway airport. A couple of months ago, on a layover on our way to Florida, we had a couple of hours to kill and decided to hit the food court. Stockton had heard how great Chicago hot dogs were and wanted to try one. He chose to sample the fare at "Gold Coast Dogs".

With the exception of the "sport peppers", and the absence of ketchup (a no-no for Chicago dogs), he thought it was OK. That all changed during our flight to Florida when the dog came back to haunt him (I'll leave the details to your imagination). Anyway, Stockton has avoided hot dogs of all sorts since then. He also has an irrational fear of sport peppers (it was the residual sport pepper juice, apparently, that caused him distress).