Instead of falling to sleep with thoughts of the world series or a shocking upset of the super bowl champs, I get 9 to 5 and 17 to 6. Hardly sweet dreams!
As I'm wont to do when bored, I read old chowhound threads. I came across the hot dog stuff from a few months back. Being a vienna come lately, i missed my dog in the ring (how's that as a sentance, you english teachers?). My overwhelming thought about chicago dogs, is that, well, were not much of a dog town anymore.
when i worked downtown, there were several dog places including irv's and u-dog u. they would be packed at lunch. although perhaps forced out due to real estate prices, there are no free standing outdog stands anymore in the loop. plus, the original gold coast on state closed a while back. seems like people prefer pot belly.
i recently ate at the gold coast/popeyes by the el tracks on wabash. first of all, the thin business reinforced my thought that chicago was disdaining dogs. second, the product was just not that good. the great dogs had freshly steamed buns, these were rocks. you would also expect a bit more dog in your gold coast dog. these were practically as skinny as a new york dog and as skinless. the condiments also paled.
gold coast was not the first encounter with the sub-par red hot. most of the dogs these days at byrons seem to have sat in their water bath for the entire week, and their buns are even worse--the one redeeming byron's feature is their tomatoes. flukey's used to serve the best chicago hot dogs, some how navigating through the variables of dog seeping, bun package steaming and condiments waiting. then, they went to the strange mushy house brand they use, and the whole thing fell apart.
wally's a holdout of the quickly disappearing leon saugage (oddly soft and spicy dog/ used as a platform for the garden in the bun school of chicago dog) also closed recently. as you all know, the epicenter of hot dogdom, jim's recently grilled its last onion. shuttered hot dog stands litter the city. while a few great dogs remain, wiener circle being one (ask for them boiled), our reputation as a great dog town sadly dissipates.