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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Yes, he was very happy! But not fully prepared for American portions.
What was “mon mari’s” reaction to all of those super eating experiences……Thanksgiving dinner thrown in for good measure?
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.
That is an epic introduction to Chicago. You really killed it with your choices. Well played!
“Cubs, woo! Cubs, woo!”