I was a young newly wed living at my then mother-in-law's house.
My first experience in a hot dog stand as a worker came in the early morning hours after drinking and watching the Holyfield vs. Foreman fight.
My one and only task for that day was to prepare the potatoes and make the fresh cut fries for the day.
The kitchen gods make this large ass machine that peels potatoes and in all its karma glory it was loud.
Once those giant potatoes came out the bottom missing a good portion of its winter wear, they had to be washed, stabbed with a big fork and stuck upright in a hand operated French fry slicer.
I think I had to peel and slice one hundred pounds of potatoes for the day. I was miserable and couldn't wait to get back in bed and sleep off that nasty hangover.
That was my first small foray into the hot dog business. I was also once tasked with helping out at the hot dog stand during one particular lunch rush.
My former mother-in-law didn't like they way I wrapped the hot dogs for to go orders. I apparently didn't do it exactly the was she did. I know this because every time she saw me wrapping the hot dogs my way, she had to stop me and show me how to do it again, her way.
I'm pretty sure I could have easily done it her way, but it was so much more fun doing it my way and antagonizing her in the process.
While I was often upset in those days watching my former wife slave away at her mother's hot dog stand, I did see the potential in owning a successful stand.
There have always been two places I frequented in my youth that led to this fairy tale that involved me in the restaurant business. My former mother-in-law's hot dog stand and a tiny diner located across the street from my childhood home known as Christ's grill ( pronounced like Chris not like Christ).
We are now getting closer to fulfilling one of those fairy tales.
Soon we will be bringing Chicago Style Hot Dogs to Chatham, Illinois.