It’s April, and time for another adventure on my list of 30 Things Everyone Should Do In Greater Chicagoland. We spent the morning accomplishing things around the house (priming the dining room walls, getting the oil changed in the car, going to the bank, cleaning the bathrooms), so we didn’t get away until 1:00. Superdawg is in Norwood Park, the most northwestern neighborhood of Chicago, and it took us an hour to get there … and another half hour to actually find and get to the place. After driving about five miles too far east, we turned around and finally found it. We were stopped at a red light with this view (below).
Traffic was too busy to turn directly into the parking lot, so we went left at the next side street and found ourselves in a narrow warren of one-way streets — ALL of which moved us further and further from our destination. We finally came out of it and found ourselves headed back east away from the place. I made six right turns to get around a huge block and finally managed to pull into the lot. I parked in the back corner because we were still undecided whether to eat inside or in the car.
We ordered (three Superdawgs, of course, with drinks — they came with fries), and I got out to take some photos.
I was back at the car when the food came. The hot dogs came in a box, and with the fries and a pickled tomato there was zero room left over.
And how was it? Fantastic. I can’t recall ever having a tastier hot dog. As with all Chicago-style dogs, it was so loaded with stuff that it was very difficult to eat without making a mess of the front of my shirt, but I managed.
We couldn’t stop there, so I walked to the window at the front of the building and bought us each a milk shake. They were very thick, fairly tasty (but not great) and very expensive. I also bought a couple small souvenirs. (Our total expense for the day was $35.)
It was only 32 degrees out, with a stiff wind blowing. A steady drip from the canopy caused icicles to hang down in front of our menu board. While I was getting the shakes, the wind blew our tray off the car. My daughter got out to pick it up, but couldn’t find the salt shaker. We told the carhop about it when she came to get the tray, and she waited until we pulled out and found it under the car.
We had a lot of fun, and would like to go again, but seeing as it’s an 80-mile round trip, I doubt we’ll do it very often.