Boiled HotDogs Of Bygone Days
A Memory by Moose Barley
There is nothing like an all-American hot dog every once in awhile. At the ball park or over an early May grill, a weenie hits the spot now and again. But here it was Halloween, Oct. 31 and I was standing in a line 20 deep waiting for a small basket with a steam cooked processed dog on a thin bun that was warmed in the package with another 39 on top of the steamer and a hand full of super-salty, over-greasy fries. Why? A Chicago landmark in the hot dog game was closing its doors and I wanted one for a final fix.