I grew up on the Great West (Vest) Side so long ago that most places I remember no longer exist, but here are a few memories.
Like Chicago Hot Dog, I loved Kayo Chocolate Drink growing up.
While still in grade school I was able to eat out on my own once in a while. My mother would give me a little money and I walked to Abe's deli on the corner of Pulaski and Wilcox where I'd have a hard salami on rye washed down by a chocolate phosphate.
Another early memory is of my mother taking me to a local Chinese place -- the Midwest Inn in the 3800 block of west Madison -- where my usual order was Chow Mein. They made it with crispy noodles and white sauce -- I still have the occasional craving for it that way -- I'm repulsed by versions with brown sauce.
Once in High School my horizons widened and, thanks to friends, I had hot dogs at Jimmy's Red Hots (4000 W Grand Ave). It was the first time I had a hot dog with sport peppers, which was a shock then.
It was also in high school that I was introduced to RIBS. After a party in the South Shore neighborhood we went to Rib Hill on South Jeffrey. I thought I had found Nirvana! I'm sure it was nothing compared to what's available today, but for a rib newbie it was profound.
Once I reached driving age my world expanded and would sometimes get Italian Beefs at Carm's on Cicero Avenue. It was just south of the Congress (now Eisenhower) xway. Carm's later moved to Hillside, but closed a few years ago. It's not related to the Carm's on Polk Street.
My first pizza memory was at a restaurant on North Avenue (I think it was just west of Western) where I discovered bacon pizza. I must have had pizza before that, but the bacon was special.
Another distinct memory was when my father bought his first new car since before the War. It was 1955 (I was 13 years old) and he got a Chrysler. He decided to celebrate and took the family for steaks at Barney's Market Club on West Randolph Street. It was famous for it's slogan "Yes Sir, Senator" because founder reputedly couldn't remember names and greeted everyone with that expression. I remember the steak I had was good, but not great.
Where there’s smoke, there may be salmon.