Mr. Delk, a New Yorker, and I were having this conversation the other day. We drove out to Bridgeview to be a good son/son in law and spend the day with my mom.
Neither of us really cares to drive, and hopping on an expressway makes me want to stop and smell the roses so to speak, and I find it just a bit more comfortable to scoot about side streets.
The bonus, is, these are the streets of my youth, and I get to regale Barry with torrid tales of my teenage trevails...Anyhow, we pulled over on 59th between California and Kedzie because I saw a hot dog cart and a parking spot so I felt it was Kismit.
Extra points for natural casing! Barry garbaged his up with everything, I demurely opted for mustard only.
Bear in mind, I'm just a mere 44 years old, yet I don't recall any downtown stands. Others might, I don't. That being said, my childhood was awash in hotdog stands. Fond, fond memories of the stand on 48th and Bishop, in front of Sal's barbershop, the guy on 78th and Western that sold to us Quigley South students in the '70's, 50th and Oakley, to and from swimming at Cornell Park on countless summer days, 47th, just west of Western visiting my dad's twin brother, 51st and Justine and then to Universal's on Ashland for ice cream....
Guess what I'd do with a time travel machine??????
Authorized time shifting let the genie out of the bottle....