A few weeks ago, I introduced mon mari to the crucial foods of my upbringing, his first Thanksgiving included. We made a long overdue trip to my hometown, Chicago, Illinois.  It was a walk down memory lane regaining my Midwestern appetite. There was the the vital deep-dish slice at Lou Malnati’s, cookie pizza included.  My all-time favorite Clark Street omelet at Salt & Pepper Diner, including a Chicago celebrity siting of Ronnie Woo Woo.  (You try explaining that to mon mari) And I shan’t forget the fine institution of Margie’s Candies.  Eating 3 scoops of ice cream out of a shell with a gravy boat of hot fudge will one day be folklore for my 1/2 French children.

But our last night in Chicago deemed unparallelled kitsch.  We took the fateful drive up to Superdawg®.  Mon mari had his first Chicago hotdog under the watchful eyes of two life size winking hotdogs.

Superdawg® drive-in 6363 N Milwaukee Ave, Chicago, IL 60646

*This drawing was made by Paper | FiftyThree

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  1. thefrancofly says:

    Yes, he was very happy! But not fully prepared for American portions.

  2. Cynthia Lewis says:

    What was “mon mari’s” reaction to all of those super eating experiences……Thanksgiving dinner thrown in for good measure?

  3. thefrancofly says:

    Yes! I thought of you a few times when I was home. Walked by SaveMore Liquors. It still has the same distinct smell although it’s now surrounded by Starbucks.

  4. Russ says:

    That is an epic introduction to Chicago. You really killed it with your choices. Well played!

    “Cubs, woo! Cubs, woo!”

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