Pictured above, we had just hit the tail end of our beach day on Lake Michigan, and were hungry for a new experience: the infamous Hotdog Shack, a gem situated right between paradise and heaven. Its loud red and white stripes drew us in like moths to a flame, and what we found was something so much more than hotdogs. Through the seemingly innocent door is a utopia of hotdog pleasure, served by the one-and-only hotdog shack girl, this shack is not to be avoided. Truly, a time machine on a bun. After our first visit, my best friend and I were blissfully under its spell, with no want or need to return to reality. To fully recreate this experience, one must eat ones hotdogs on the picnic tables out back and imagine all the glory. Hotdog Shack forever.