Dire need of some comfort food, we pulled into Superdawg (@Superdawg) to see our friends Maurie and Flaurie.
Started in 1948, this
ancient old-school staple in Chicago has a running 64-year love affair w/ hot dog aficionados across the world.
Having a few minutes to relax in the 100+ degree weather, we opted to grab a few standards.
Superdawg – $5.50
Not a wiener – not a frankfurter – not a red hot – but our exclusive… Superdawg™. On a poppy seed bun, we tenderly place the loveliest, juiciest creation of pure beef hot dog (no pork, no veal, no cereal, no filler), formally dressed with all the trimmings, escorted by our often imitated, but never equaled, Superfries™. Served with all the trimmings – golden mustard, tangy piccalilli, kosher dill pickle, chopped Spanish onions and a memorable hot pepper.
So let me make your life easier, repeat after me, “Superdawg dragged through the garden please!”
Unboxed for you – Easy peasy right?
And you know it’s going to be good when this little magical box can barely stay closed.
BTW-rule still stands: NO KETCHUP ALLOWED ON THIS HOT DOG.
Superonionchips – $2.85
Also these magical love chips made its way into our order. SO. FRICKIN. DELICIOUS.
Side of cheese was a bonus…cause who doesn’t love melty cheese.
(We’re going to have to go back to Swenson’s to see which one is better).
Just realized that we eat at alotta drive-ins, so here’s a pro-tip: If you’re going to a drive-in, STAY IN YOUR CAR.
You look like a bunch of friggin idiots in the parking lot if you’re walking around.
Maybe these fatties were getting out to exercise.
So enjoy those Superdawgs in the vehicle and embrace the “Drive-ins” as they are a part of American history. God bless the USA.
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