Hot Dog Hospitality

Bill lives in New York City and works as a waiter in a five-star French restaurant on the 30th floor of an upscale hotel that's adjacent to Central Park.  Though he himself isn't all that partial to elevated cuisine, he adores every aspect of his job in the service industry and thus holds himself to the highest of standards.  Bill sees himself as an indispensable gear in what he calls The Experience Machine, so he pays painstakingly close attention to every aspect of his job.

One evening, Bill finds himself serving a charming couple in their late-fifties.  "Pardon my reach," Bill remarks as he leans past the man so that he can serve his wife the second course on the elaborate and decadent eight course prix-fixe menu.  "Not at all," says the man, who, with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, continues the conversation with his wife.  

"I can't believe it's been 25yrs since our first date!" says the man.  "I remember it like it was yesterday.  We shared a Chicago style hotdog from a stand in Central Park just 2 or so blocks from here.  It was one of the best meals of my life; sure, it was all I could afford at the time, but still...and NOW look at us!  We're eating at one of NYC's most exquisite dining experiences!"

Hearing this, Bill rushes to the kitchen and b-lines it to the chef.  "Chef Pierre!" says Bill, "I have no idea how you're going to pull this off, but the next course for table 37 MUST BE A HOTDOG!"  "A hotdog?" inquires the chef.  "Yes, Chef Pierre - a hotdog, Chicago style!" Bill cries out.  Chef Pierre recognizes the desperation in Bill's voice, so despite having no earthly idea of what's propelling the substitution, Pierre understands the assignment put forth by his trusted colleague and gets to work.

15 minutes later, Bill exits the kitchen and approaches the couple at table 37 with a cloche tray in his hands and a smile on his face.  "Pardon the interruption," says Bill, "but I have for you the third course from Chef Pierre, which I think you'll find both surprising and delightful."  With that, he lifts the cloche from the tray to reveal the most artfully crafted Chicago style hotdog he's ever seen."  Bill watches as the couples' faces turn from utter bewilderment to gleeful understanding.  They turn to Bill to speak, but neither seemd capable of conjuring the words to say.  Relishing in the simple brilliance of his hotdog hospitality, Bill bows slightly and before turning to return to the kitchen says, "Bon Appétit!"