First, a parenthetical comment.
Turner Classic Movies, which is pretty much the only channel that matters (although Trio has been showing
Pink Lady and Jeff reruns this week, just in case you thought TV couldn't get any worse than it is right now), has this series called "The Essentials," in which somebody semi-famous like Rob Reiner or Sydney Pollack intros movies that pretty much everybody should have seen by now, like Citizen Kane or North By Northwest or To Kill a Mockingbird, so you can catch up and not be revealed as a low-brain cultural illiterate.
I'm thinkin' we need that here. Not that anyone's a low-brain, far from it. It's just, I think about all the fabulous things we (I use that loosely) wrote about so many discoveries we (loosely) made at other chowish sites, not just Chowhound but even back to chi.eats, on the list-serve, on blogs, wherever. And I look at LTHForum and I think as quickly and impressively as it's taken off, there's still nothing about Ed's Potsticker House or Thai Aree here; there's only a bare mention of Spoon or La Quebrada; Phoenix only came up this morning, and there's still not that much in that thread. And the problem is, while some of this content will turn up in the normal course of things,with new things to discover, what's going to motivate a GWiv to post about Spoon for the 25th time, or Rob to go into detail about La Quebrada dish by dish yet again? Yet that's what we need.
We need a concerted effort to build up our library of posts on The Essentials, the key restaurants that were talked about in the past, so that a search here will turn up some real meat on those topics. Of course, this doesn't have to be all new content-- no reason not to quote or repost old writings of your own on these places. But with many new folks here, there is unquestionably value in making a concerted effort to once again examine and describe the best places, the ones that have lasted at the top of their game for the several years some of us have been at this. The Essentials.
Now while it may seem like I'm addressing myself to a small group, of course this is really an open invitation to everyone to revisit old ground in detail. If you have a great place you've been going to for some time, you're probably not going to rush out and post about it tonight-- more likely you'd write about some new place you just found. But you should. You can label your post "The Essentials" if you want, or not if you think that's kind of dorky. But now's the time to build up our database with some content on the big places, the ones that matter and draw you again and again. Your fellow members, 236 of them at last count and growing, will thank you.
And my first Essential is...
On Sunday night, as my sons and I ate at one of the metal picnic tables, no fewer than two beautifully restored antique cars drove up to Superdawg. It's a wonder there weren't more-- what better use could you make of a cherry red '57 T-bird than to order via carhop from it at Chicago's greatest hot dog stand, not perhaps the home of Chicago's greatest hot dog (I am willing to give Gene & Jude's that), but from a total-atmosphere package, unquestionably the place that puts the biggest smile on your face.
To start, who cannot be warmed to the bottom of their pure beef heart by the vintage artwork and text on the boxes? Places like Chipotle and Caribou try to be witty on their cups and wrappers, and that's fine, but as Cary Grant and North by Northwest prove, they don't make 'em like they used to. Inside you find a fat, garlicky hot dog on a poppy-seed bun, with the requisite mustard, relish, onion on the dog and pickle and pepper on top. (Note that, despite the owner's slam at ketchup on dogs in the new issue of Saveur, K and CH are discreetly offered at the bottom as options.)
Vital Info says that Superdawg is not a proper Chicago dog. Well, my doghouse has many mansions and I find it absurd to declare that the greatest hot dog stand in Chicago does not make a "Chicago" dog. It's like saying Frank Lloyd Wright was not a Chicago architect because his buildings didn't look like Daniel Burnham's. What I think-- not to overuse my "30s style" thing-- is that the classic Chicago dog is made according to the proportions of how people ate in the 1910s, 20s, 30s; it's a thin little wurst like you would have eaten at a bar or a beer garden back then. And this is a 1950s dog, a dog for an era of fins and white sidewalls and broad suburban lawns. It's fatter and thus meatier in proportion to the amount of bun, which is one reason why the bun does not accomodate all that "drag it through the garden" stuff you find on some dogs (the other reason, of course, is that it is smooshed into a little box with lots of French fries).
The crinkle-cut fries I generally enjoy although I suspect they are not always delivered as freshly as they could be, or maybe they really do steam a little in that closed box in the short time it takes your carhop to go from kitchen to your car. There is no complaint whatsoever to be made about the thickness or flavor of the chocolate shakes.
But there is one other thing to note. Vital Info actually got me to try the hamburgers again, after some vague memory of a less than satisfying experience, and I'm eternally grateful for that. The burgers are exemplary, seared to a brown crisp so solid you could peel it off in a chunk, dotted with grilled onion. It may seem paradoxical to even think of ordering anything but a dog at a palace of dogdom like this, but order a burger sometime and you won't be sorry a bit.
By the way, glad I ordered two dogs because it turns out I'm not the only one in the family who likes pickles.
UPDATE:
Superdawg Drive-In
6363 N. Milwaukee Ave.
773-736-0660
By the way, note the secret exit/entrance on Devon, a narrow driveway running alongside the gas station. Very convenient for a quick getaway.