It was ever thus.
So, I couldn't wait and I even set aside my Al Bawadi
leftovers to find Jimmy's, wherever the heck it is (just follow the city workers, it turns out) and finally try this legend for myself.
Now, I should say that I don't find legendariness sufficient in itself. Hence the lack of GNRs for Margie's, Lou Mitchell's, Ann Sather's, Gino's, etc. If Jimmy's was going to make it, it would be dog to dog and fry to fry vs. Gene & Jude's and (dogs if not fries) the perpetually underrated Wolfy's.
The dog first. I went at straight up 12 to catch them at what ought to be their high point; it's a knock against them if they're serving soggy dogs at 3:30, but first I wanted to know what was the best they could dish up. My take was basically, I could enumerate a number of ways in which this wasn't quite the Gene & Jude's dog: it's bizarrely thin (I've never thought of the word "pencil" when eating a hot dog before) and I wish the onions and relish they slather on it didn't carry so much juice with them to soak the bun. But these are, if slightly larger than quibbles, smaller than dings. I thought given the skinny little earthworm-dog they're serving up, which is NOT skinless by the way, no question on that point today, they prepared it pretty much spot on.
And the fries are quite good. They're a little soggy, maybe the temp should go up 25 degrees, or maybe they like 'em that way. I wish they were fried in something other than the blandest imaginable vegetable oil, but hey, that's a problem all over the place, and so ubiquitous most people would never think twice about it.
The biggest problem I had was with the proportion of the two, since fries come with, as we city workas say in Shikoggar. If you ordered two dogs, in order to get a reasonable amount of meat and hot doggy pleasure, you would wind up with approximately one metric ton of fries. I could wish the amount of fries went down and the specs on the dog went up, but judging by the steady stream of Shakman Decree graduates, it ain't a problem for them.
So, greatest hot dog in Chicago, no, worst hot dog in Chicago, no, as Stevez said a brother in the fight to keep the traditional minimalist school alive, sure. Local color, yes, value for money, yes, amusing quirks such as hot dog served in a see-through chicken bag, yes, nomination operating on a level of irony many don't seem to get, yes, DVD of The Dark Knight, no comment.
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