Because I've seen postings from grits fans, I'll share my new grit-fix place: Harry's Hot Dogs at the corner of Franklin and Randolph. As unassuming a place as there ever was, it's been there forever, and Harry, who's 80 if he's a day, still works the register. The menu is filled with frozen Chicago beef stand trash like pizza puffs and chicken nuggets, but Harry's does have its specialities -- one being their made-to-order breakfasts popular with construction workers. In short, the grits this morning were not instant, they were well-salted, and the right combo of creamy and al dente. Throw on two eggs sunny side up and a slice of American, some tabasco and you've got yourself a meal. The short order cook and the waitress, who I imagine to be from the South, know their stuff. I can't vouch for the lunch menu, but I know others who swear by the afternoon mainstay -- corned beef on rye with potato pancakes. I certainly don't want to oversell this simple place, but the clicking of southern and Jewish food reminds me of the old Maxwell Street.