Murphy’s Red HotsI’ve blown past Murphy’s storefront many times, mentally noting to myself that I really should stop in sometime.

Today, I finally sat down for a dog and was wowed by this paradigmatic version of the fully dressed Chicago red hot.

All that produce is not going to be to everyone’s tastes, but I thought it was a beautiful example of its type, with fresh cut ingredients united under celery salt, perched on a poppy seed bun, and compact enough to pretty much fit in the mouth without pre-eating the toppings.
The Wife had the charred dog, and she thought it one of the most satisfying wieners she’d had in a long time. I tried a bite, and it was good (the boys behind the counter grill them up to order, which means they’re juicy and nice when served).
Fries were fine, and I was issued a catsup bottle with clear instructions that it was “for the FRIES.” The one weak point in an otherwise strong dining experience was the crypto-fascist directives about where to apply this condiment.
Apparently, Murphy’s has Asian outposts, which is pretty cool.

Despite the fact that it’s projecting itself internationally, Murphy’s is a great neighborhood restaurant.
Murphy’s Red Hots
1211 W. Belmont
773.935.2882
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