11/11/2026
If you grew up in Chicago, you were raised with a very strict set of unwritten rules.
You learned early on that asking for ketchup on a hot dog is practically a crime, and deep-dish pizza is only for when tourists visit. (Real locals know the best pizza is cracker-thin and cut into little squares).
But there is one specific, weird smell from school field trips—and one famous carpet commercial jingle—that are permanently burned into every true Chicago kid's brain.
If you remember calling the living room a "frunchroom" or sleeping in on Casimir Pulaski Day, this will take you right back. 👇
