No trip to Chicago is complete without a pilgrimage to Hot Doug's
The interesting question is: What happens when a culinary school grad decides the world needs a great hot dog stand?
The answer apparently involves a good deal of encased meat magic, various incarnations of duck fat, and the unyielding - even combative - dedication to crafting the magnificently mundane that seems to mark today’s great culinary craftsmen.
And that's apparently good news - as you can tell from the line at Hot Doug's at 10:45am on a weekday: IN THE RAIN!

The place is open every day, but always has the air of a county fair. The pumped crowd jamms in . . .

The crew is slammin . . .

And it all boils down to this . . .
From the top left corner working around clockwise, we have:
- The Sally Vega (homemade corn dog)
- Duck fat fries
- Another Sally Vega we really didn’t order
- The Dog (Chicago-style steamed dog with all the trimmings)
- The Kira Knightly (fire dog with hot relish & peppers)
- The Atomic Bomb (spicy pork sausage w/chipotle-honey mustard & cranberry-chipotle cheddar)
Two minutes in:

Seven minutes in:

'Nuff said.
Hot Doug's
3324 North California
Chicago, IL 60618
(773) 279-9550
www.hotdougs.com/