Arnie’s Dog House – Munster, Indiana: Polish Sausage and Cheese Fries

Returning to Wicker Memorial Park, I was excited to explore what culinary marvels awaited me in Hammond. However, as I made my way down the rough and dusty path encompassing the park, I found the exit to the Little Calumet River Trail closed for maintenance.

Frustrated, since this was the only route I bothered to research for today’s ride, I was forced to rely on the intuition of the 1/16th Cherokee heritage in my blood. Unfortunately, it only gave me 1/16th good direction.



Following the alternative path around Wicker Memorial Park, I ran into an ice cream stand that I had been meaning to try, BrrWick Ice Cream. But, as luck would have it, the shop, like the trail, was closed. With no visible signs displaying their hours, and judging from the bareness inside, it appeared that they might be closed for the season. Although, I’m not entirely sure.

Not giving up after strike two, I ventured out of the park and took a right down the sidewalk along Ridge Road.

Attempting to take a safe back road to Calumet Avenue, I passed yet another six roads closed for construction. Now, not even paying attention in the slightest, I took an impulsive right down an unknown road and continued this pattern of irregular turns until I magically made my way onto Calumet Ave.

Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, I sighed in relief having found a familiar scene, the Frozen Yogurt Express. Though I was tempted to take a second visit to this delightful sweet shop, I knew what I really needed was lunch.

Moseying along the road, my hungry eyes were met with a deliciously nostalgic sight, Arnie’s Dog House. A place where my grandmother had been taking me since I was three years old, I couldn’t deny the inevitable hand of fate that guided me here.

Famished and exhausted, I propped my bike against the restaurant and sluggishly entered, ready to eat!

Since I hadn’t been to this All-American eatery in a very long time, I had to ask the cashier, Amanda, what she recommended. Turning me onto the Polish Sausage, accompanied by an order of my absolute favorite cheese fries, my unwavering trust in strangers’ suggestions was once again reinforced.

A bright red sausage covered in a blanket of onions, mild peppers, mustard, and my Chicago treasonist addition of ketchup, this bad boy was the perfect way to slow down my ride by at least 5 miles per hour. Of course, the golden and crispy fries partnered with a cup of bright yellow cheese made this a delectable greasy garden that almost brought me to tears.

Spending a little more time with the team behind the counter, I basked in their grub-gathering wisdom. Asking them to bestow their knowledge of the best and biggest eats on the menu, aside from the Polish Sausage, some of their other popular products include: the Chicago-Style Hotdog, Italian Beef and Pizza Puffs (Pizza Roll-like snacks).


Serving Northwest Indiana for 26 years, this family owned restaurant has been feeding the community comfort food since 1986. Although, I’ve been coming to this Arnie’s since I was a toddler, they tell me there is a second location in Whiting.

Though I journeyed here by a rather unorthodox route, they are just up the road from the Little Calumet River Trail, which will optimistically be the way you get to take when stopping by. However, if you find yourself with an insatiable hankering for a mouthwatering Polish Sausage, you can always take the more direct, but bumpy, Ridge Road sidewalk to Calumet Ave.

Griffith Central Park – Griffith, Indiana: Half Mast

Using up what’s left of the sunlight, I decided to take a casual ride down to Griffith’s Central Park. Just off Broad Street and not too far from the Erie-Lackawanna Trail, this local treasure was always a good fallback destination whenever I was short on time.

Just a stone’s throw away from my grandparents old house on Elm Street, I had often spent most of my childhood playing in the park. While the jungle gym has greatly evolved since I was a toddler, and its decor more sophisticated, this new beauty still felt like an old friend.

Tykes ran around the playground laughing and screaming, a group of friends gathered around the sand volleyball courts still pumped up from the London Olympic games, as a father took pictures of his kids scaling the M4A1E8 Sherman Medium Tank. With all that had changed aesthetically here over the years, somehow the people remained the same.

Drawn to the memorial in the park’s far corner, I noticed that the American flag stood at half mast in remembrance of 9/11. Walking over and peering into the reflective granite of the monument, my visage was cast onto its shining surface. As I looked at my image brushed onto the dark rock, I couldn’t help but feel grateful knowing that without the sacrifice of our veterans, there wouldn’t be a reflection at all.

9/11 Reflection: Munster Community Veterans Memorial

Today is the only day that America reflects on a loss. We may celebrate Independence Day, Veterans Day, Memorial Day and even take time to acknowledge the tragedy of D-Day, all holidays sadly birthed from war, but they are days of victory nonetheless.

The 9/11 attacks brought about new feelings and perceptions that were foreign to our country at the time, ones of vulnerability, uncertainty, and loss. It felt like the very fabric of our ideals and foundation of our freedom was on the brink of destruction. But as all men and women do when they are pushed to the very edge, we held on.

Like many other people who remember that day, the memories of 9/11 are still vividly preserved in my mind. I was eleven at the time, sitting in front of the television eating a turkey sandwich. Flipping through the stations to find something to watch, I was confused as to why the same thing was on every single channel. It looked as if there had been a horrible plane crash in New York.

Calling my mom to interpret the matter, she, like myself, perceived it to be nothing more than an unfortunate accident.

And that’s when it happened…

Watching a second plane strike the World Trade Center right before our eyes, I instantly looked to my mother seeing a sight I’ll never forget. Pale white, one of the many shades of terror, suddenly washed over her face. Her shoulders hunched and her eyes opened wide, as did all of ours, at the horrific scene transmitted over the television.

It was at that moment I knew that what had just happened would change us forever.

Eleven years later, having endured loss, fear, panic, war and terror, America once again has proved that it can take every moment, triumphant or tragic, and transform it into a defining moment. Even though we had been torn apart by terror, we were united by our resolution.

As we remember our journey as a people: our victories, our losses, our accomplishments and missteps, we continue to build courage around doubt and purpose over incertitude.

While I’ve already included an excerpt on Munster’s Community Veterans Memorial not too long ago, I would like to take this time of reflection and give it a second glance.

Last Sunday, my father and I rode down The Munster Bike Path through Centennial Park and across the street to The Community Veterans Memorial at 9710 Calumet Avenue. Although no bikes are allowed on the memorial itself, it was a small price to pay to honor our veterans.

A beautiful red brick path encompasses the park, with references to specific historical events chronologically ordered, beginning at the year 1896. Grand monuments paying tribute to veterans from WWI to the Persian Gulf War are spread throughout the canvas. Skillfully blended into the greenery of the gardens, these intense monuments of war are perfectly contrasted by the serenity of nature, creating moments of remembrance and resolve.

If you’re looking for a special way to commemorate the sacrifice of our troops overseas, or simply to acknowledge those who lost their loved ones during the 9/11 tragedy, this memorial is the perfect way to focus your mind and comfort your heart.

Munster, Indiana: Bikes, Bakeries & Bumpy Sidewalks

Today’s impromptu ride led my father and me all the way out to the gorgeous town of Munster. Rarely getting to venture out that far given the lack of trails connecting to the area, I knew I’d be hard pressed to get as much sight seeing in as I could.

Braving the Griffith sidewalks along 45th Street, the two of us were given quite an unwelcome and fairly aggressive massage as we bounced up and down on our seats like kids on a broken carousel.

Sidewalk sailing over to Main Street, we were eternally grateful once we reached The Munster Bike Path. The smooth, black asphalt looked like a five star resort to our sore and bruised behinds.

Enjoying the simple pleasures of a leisurely ride down the trail, we swept behind the breathtaking hills and crystal ponds of the Centennial Park Golf Course. Even though I don’t consider myself to be a golfer in any sense of the word, I couldn’t help but fantasize about renting a golf cart and riding through those majestic mounds of green. Knowing my father though, he would probably attempt to force me to play a few holes with him which would inevitably destroy my moment of zen.

Continuing down the path, it didn’t take long for the Centennial Park Golf Course to merge with plain, good Ol’ Centennial Park. This beautiful vista brushed over the remains of an old dump (literally), was a wonderfully serene scene. There was a modern, steel concert stage resting at the edge of a pond, its orange and silver coat reflected off the water’s surface in various shades. A variety of abstract sculptures littered the canvas (no pun intended considering the park’s history), each bringing its own distinguishable element of inspiration, from a pipe frame containing multiple spinning mirrors to more subtle iron structures, begging you to interpret their meaning.

Although, I could’ve spent an entire day in this sublime haven, I knew the sun would not cooperate. It was time to move on.

Just across the street from Centennial Park, we made our way to The Community Veterans Memorial. One of the most elaborate veterans memorials I’ve seen in Northwest Indiana, there was no question in my mind that this was a must-see stop on our tour of Munster, especially given our country’s reflection this week on the 9/11 tragedy.

Leaving our bikes behind in respect, my father and I walked down the curving brick path, meditating on the sacrifice of America’s heroes. From the names beneath our feet to the visceral depictions of war-torn soldiers represented in the memorial, it was almost incomprehensible to understand the true weight that war carries. Even though we’ve been at war for many years now, I don’t think it’s a burden we ever will or want to bear.

After our sobering moment on the hills of The Community Veterans Memorial, we were both more than ready for some comfort food.

My father and I almost never go through Munster, whether it be by car, bike or foot, without stopping at 8314 Calumet Ave, otherwise known as Munster Donut. Open 24 hours, seven days a week, Munster Donut is the perfect place to satisfy your spontaneous case of the munchies every time.

Long Johns, chocolate rings, apple crumbs, and Bavarian cremes! The analogy of “a kid in a candy shop” may have never really appealed to me as a child, but to this day, whenever you talk donuts, I understand completely! Faced with all the glorious choices of these sugar filled, frosted and powdered rings, I found myself over-sensitized and already hyped up from the caffeine and sugarcane floating in the air. As my father paused, pondering the selections, I pushed him to the side and ordered the one thing I always come here for, two chocolate Bavarian creme donuts!

Perhaps inspired by my predictable and uninspired choices, my father ordered a powdered Bavarian creme for himself and an angel creme and apple crumb for my mother. Probably to be saved as a peace offering later.

With the sun setting and the donuts melting in the bottom of my backpack, the two of us set out home faster than we came out, eagerly awaiting a glass of ice cold milk and golden brown dough bursting with Bavarian creme!