Now if you are familiar with this blog, and with my posts specifically, you know that I'm obsessed with food. Like really obsessed. CRAZY obsessed. My father, on the other hand, takes it to a whole new level. He would literally walk straight into a blazing fire if there was a delicious cheeseburger on the other side of it.
He took me, my husband, and my UGG clad mother, to the rough side of Chicago, to order....A HOT DOG.
The last 10 times he's come to visit he wouldn't stop talking about Johnnies. We knew it was on the rough side of town but we were so sick of hearing about it we thought, maybe getting shot in the process wouldn't be so bad after all. So we went. We prayed, and we went.
This place really is a Chicago institution, and I'm glad I went. Will I be back? Ummm....no. I'm still asking God to forgive me for my last visit.
But, if you're on the hunt for THE original Chicago hot dog...check it out. Just order, eat, and drive away fast. Stay hungry!