
Yes, there’s a hot dog under there. Folks, this is a Chicago Dog: boiled all-beef (most favorably, Vienna brand) served atop a poppy-seed bun, with (ready?) yellow mustard, chopped raw white onion, “Nuclear” green sweet-relish, a dill pickle spear (mine’s hidden in the photo), chopped or sliced tomato, hot peppers, and celery salt. NO ketchup.
All the aforementioned fixins’ come standard, and in my experience, most folks opt for ‘em all to get the authentic experience and certain challenge that ensues. They’re not easy to wrap your mouth around, and tend to fall apart as you might imagine, but luckily it is perfectly acceptable to pick every last fallen morsel up with your fingers (no onion left behind). The history is uncertain, but like many other cheap-eats is attributed to an innovative Depression-era sandwich connoisseur, who in this instance, found a way to fit a days-worth of veggies onto single bun.
Today, you can get a great Chicago Dog on nearly every block in town, but nothing quite pays tribute like ordering one up at a ballpark- Wrigley Field in my case, and while the Cubs got destroyed by the Dodgers, this bad boy certainly made the game worthwhile. And, in fairness to the whole city of Chicago, I’ll be attending the White Sox game next week and will in the interest of research, of course order one up there to see how the South Side Chicago Dogs compare. Something tells me I won’t be disappointed.
By: Rachel Lowen, posted Jun 9, 2009 at 9:00 am
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