It all starts when you drive up and feast your eyes upon the anthropomorphic hot dogs standing on top of the restaurant. I've said it here before, and I'll say it again; I am a sucker for giant, fiberglass statues of anything. If you have 8 foot tall fiberglass people-weenies gracing your building, I'm like a moth to a flame. I have to eat there.
The restaurant itself does not appear to have changed much since the 1950's, and still retains the metal ordering boxes to order from your car.
We actually ate at the Superdawg twice while in Chicago, and both times it was packed with locals and tourists alike. The food is tasty, inexpensive, and distinctively packaged. Your hamburger or hot dog comes snuggled in a little box with crinkle-cut french fries, a pickle, hot peppers, and a unique-to-Superdawg pickled green tomato (pictured here is the "Whoopercheesie" double cheeseburger on dark rye bread).
For more Superdawg: http://www.superdawg.com/default.cfmFor a laugh, click on "FAQs", then go to the video of Maurie discussing why ketchup is not included on a Superdawg with everything.
4 comments:
Ah that is a good place in my town to chow and the hot dogs on top of the stand are an icon around here! Absolutely cool to see stuff like this!
You do not appear to be drunk in this picture, as you were at Charlie Trotters...
The Superdawg is not a fine wine kind of place, but it would be great for a hangover.
In a way, I am glad we don't live closer to this place. I think that I would eat there on a weekly basis
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