Comments on: Calling Me Home http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/ Just another WordPress weblog Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:52:07 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 by: Carol Barbone http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-45621 Sun, 27 Apr 2008 18:44:34 +0000 http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-45621 Please contact me regarding a tour. Thanks Please contact me regarding a tour.

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]]> by: NewYawkGirl http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-17264 Sat, 21 Jul 2007 05:31:24 +0000 http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-17264 IRemember, folks! Hot dogs were invented in New York-Nathans was the first hot dog joint-and they are the best hot dogs on the planet! Beef, garlicky, skin on, with mustard and onions, and if you like, sauerkraut. NEVER PUT KETCHUP ON A HOT DOG! Ketchup does not go with sausage! My husband is from Rockford, Ill, and he lived in Chicago for years-he puts ketchup and mustard and celery salt on hot dogs-and says that's the Chicago way. I am from New York and can't even watch him put ketchup on a Nathans or Hebrew National dog! It's a crime! When I was a kid, we'd go to Nathan's on Coney Island-my father grew up in the city- it was the greatest treat for my brother and I-my mother loved it too-she grew up in Chicago-those hot dogs, those fries, the ambience....nothing like it in the world... Anyway, what's the deal with the celery salt? Is that true? IRemember, folks! Hot dogs were invented in New York-Nathans was the first hot dog joint-and they are the best hot dogs on the planet! Beef, garlicky, skin on, with mustard and onions, and if you like, sauerkraut. NEVER PUT KETCHUP ON A HOT DOG! Ketchup does not go with sausage! My husband is from Rockford, Ill, and he lived in Chicago for years-he puts ketchup and mustard and celery salt on hot dogs-and says that’s the Chicago way. I am from New York and can’t even watch him put ketchup on a Nathans or Hebrew National dog! It’s a crime!

When I was a kid, we’d go to Nathan’s on Coney Island-my father grew up in the city- it was the greatest treat for my brother and I-my mother loved it too-she grew up in Chicago-those hot dogs, those fries, the ambience….nothing like it in the world…

Anyway, what’s the deal with the celery salt? Is that true?

]]> by: The Hungry Cabbie: The Eating Adventures of a NYC Yellow Cabbie » Chicago Sun Times http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-15255 Thu, 28 Jun 2007 06:22:32 +0000 http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-15255 [...] Click here to read two posts about my ancestral homeland of Chicago, one on hot dogs and the other on comparing The City That Never Sleeps to The Second City [...] […] Click here to read two posts about my ancestral homeland of Chicago, one on hot dogs and the other on comparing The City That Never Sleeps to The Second City […]

]]> by: Mike http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-11758 Fri, 11 May 2007 18:20:58 +0000 http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-11758 You know what it means when you put ketchup on a hot dog? It means you don't like hot dogs. Ketchup is used by children to dull the taste of charred meat, or particularly strong spicing. The average hot dog is not charred or particularly spicy so ketchup isn't necessary. Nothing complements the natural taste of a frankfurter better than mustard. Like fried fish and tartar sauce. Turkey and gravy. Fetuccini and alfredo sauce. Some things just belong together. Ketchup and hot dogs belong as far apart as possible. You know what it means when you put ketchup on a hot dog? It means you don’t like hot dogs. Ketchup is used by children to dull the taste of charred meat, or particularly strong spicing. The average hot dog is not charred or particularly spicy so ketchup isn’t necessary. Nothing complements the natural taste of a frankfurter better than mustard. Like fried fish and tartar sauce. Turkey and gravy. Fetuccini and alfredo sauce. Some things just belong together. Ketchup and hot dogs belong as far apart as possible.

]]> by: The Hungry Cabbie: The Eating Adventures of a NYC Yellow Cabbie » Spring Training http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-8896 Sat, 10 Mar 2007 17:21:38 +0000 http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-8896 [...] My second team was the Chicago Cubs, who I’d always loved with a warm place in my heart as a result of a large, deep-dish eating extended family hailing from the North Side. The Cubs have suffered through an equally powerful curse. The story goes that when a man arrived at Wrigley Field with a billygoat in tow, he was denied entrance. So he hexed the Cubs, saying they would never win another World Series. It was a ludicrous concept at the time. The Cubs, in fact, had been the century’s first great dynasty, going to four of the first seven World Series ever played, and winning twice. But the curse of the billygoat stuck, and the last time the Cubs brought home the ring was in 1908. The last time they even made it to the World Series there were only forty eight states. The Cubs too were poised to win a pennant that October of 2003, playing in the National League Championship Series. [...] […] My second team was the Chicago Cubs, who I’d always loved with a warm place in my heart as a result of a large, deep-dish eating extended family hailing from the North Side. The Cubs have suffered through an equally powerful curse. The story goes that when a man arrived at Wrigley Field with a billygoat in tow, he was denied entrance. So he hexed the Cubs, saying they would never win another World Series. It was a ludicrous concept at the time. The Cubs, in fact, had been the century’s first great dynasty, going to four of the first seven World Series ever played, and winning twice. But the curse of the billygoat stuck, and the last time the Cubs brought home the ring was in 1908. The last time they even made it to the World Series there were only forty eight states. The Cubs too were poised to win a pennant that October of 2003, playing in the National League Championship Series. […]

]]> by: The Hungry Cabbie: The Eating Adventures of a NYC Yellow Cabbie » The Hungry Cabbie Eats The Outer Boroughs XXXVI http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-5954 Fri, 12 Jan 2007 08:12:28 +0000 http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-5954 [...] Although my dad successfully clawed his way out of the working class (he never imagined his second born would find it enthralling to claw back into it), the man can still enjoy blue collar cuisine. And I do believe that there is such a thing. I’ve never seen any other former Under Secretary of Commerce for Export Controls devour a Chicago hot dog or an Italian beef sandwich or a deep dish pie with as much pleasure and comfort as my dad does. It’s like watching an old teamster at a truck stop on Route 66. He is in his element. Even though he became a Republican and moved to Potomac, Maryland, he never forgot his working class roots. [...] […] Although my dad successfully clawed his way out of the working class (he never imagined his second born would find it enthralling to claw back into it), the man can still enjoy blue collar cuisine. And I do believe that there is such a thing. I’ve never seen any other former Under Secretary of Commerce for Export Controls devour a Chicago hot dog or an Italian beef sandwich or a deep dish pie with as much pleasure and comfort as my dad does. It’s like watching an old teamster at a truck stop on Route 66. He is in his element. Even though he became a Republican and moved to Potomac, Maryland, he never forgot his working class roots. […]

]]> by: Russ http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-1102 Mon, 31 Jul 2006 18:49:37 +0000 http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-1102 Portillo's kicks ALL those places' asses!!!! Portillo’s kicks ALL those places’ asses!!!!

]]> by: mike http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-966 Tue, 25 Jul 2006 21:07:48 +0000 http://famousfatdave.com/blog/2006/07/19/calling-me-home/#comment-966 I second Hot Doug's. Get there at 10:30 a.m. to avoid the lines. I think NYC is the best city in the universe, but Chicago definitely makes the best hot dog. All the ingredients make it a delicious meal, especially polish hot dogs. And as a Chicagoan of over eight years, I'll say your description of Weiner's Circle was spot on. There really is nothing nice about that place late at night. I went there once at 3:00 a.m. and have never been back. I know very few Chicagoans who eat deep dish pizza. I think "Chicago deep dish" is a myth invented for tourists. We're more of a beef sammich town. But it's a big city so there are good pizzas to be had. My favorite pizza places in Chicago are Pizano's (love the different cornmeal crust), Spacca Napoli (really authentic neopolitan pizze: http://www.flickr.com/photos/unmikely/115327220/) and Pizza Bubamara (delicious pizzas cooked up by a cheerful eastern european guy named Ratko who once told me, "I'm-a-gonna-make-a-you-the-best-a-pizza-pie!"). http://www.gapersblock.com/airbags/archives/pizza_bubamara/ I second Hot Doug’s. Get there at 10:30 a.m. to avoid the lines.

I think NYC is the best city in the universe, but Chicago definitely makes the best hot dog. All the ingredients make it a delicious meal, especially polish hot dogs. And as a Chicagoan of over eight years, I’ll say your description of Weiner’s Circle was spot on. There really is nothing nice about that place late at night. I went there once at 3:00 a.m. and have never been back.

I know very few Chicagoans who eat deep dish pizza. I think “Chicago deep dish” is a myth invented for tourists. We’re more of a beef sammich town. But it’s a big city so there are good pizzas to be had. My favorite pizza places in Chicago are Pizano’s (love the different cornmeal crust), Spacca Napoli (really authentic neopolitan pizze: http://www.flickr.com/photos/unmikely/115327220/) and Pizza Bubamara (delicious pizzas cooked up by a cheerful eastern european guy named Ratko who once told me, “I’m-a-gonna-make-a-you-the-best-a-pizza-pie!”). http://www.gapersblock.com/airbags/archives/pizza_bubamara/

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