A coworker was in town from NJ for a client meeting, and I took him out for a Chicago lunch. I originally was going to take him to Burt's Place (just two blocks from our meeting), but we didn't get out of the meeting until 1:45, 15 minutes too late for Burt's lunch.
So I drove east on Dempster looking for inspiration. He's not into Asian food at all (which I thought was a condition for employment at our company), and decided to try Hot Dog Island.
I ordered a beef, hot, and he ordered two hot dogs. When asked what he wanted on it, he countered with "What are the choices?" After being presented the typical Chicago list (plus kraut) he said "Ketchup and pickles" and turned on his heel to find the loo.
Needless to say, the counterman and I severely mocked him for his choices.
The beef was very flavorful, and also very tough. I had to spit out a hunk. A fair amount of gristle along the edge of a couple of pieces marred an otherwise tasty sandwich.
Fries were excellent: large-bore, crisp and very spuddy.
What is patriotism, but the love of good things we ate in our childhood?
-- Lin Yutang