Hot dogs and secret bars
When I was younger, I swam with a kid whose family owned a small chain of hot dog shops in Chicago, called Fluky's. So, when I heard of a bar that you entered into through a secret door in Crif Dogs, a hot dog shop in the East Village, I was totally up for it... especially if I could grab a dog on the way in.Turns out, the bar SERVES the hot dogs from the shop next door! I'm sure my description won't do justice to just how crazy it is to walk through a phone booth (just opposite the table top Ms. Pacman) in a hot dog shop, into a swish cocktail lounge, so I'll just say that if you visit soon I'll take you there.
Labels: drink, East Village, food
posted by Aron @ 9:03 AM
3 Comments:
I still say Wonderdog had the best dogs I've ever had. (Just thought I'd comment so you know I'm still reading your blog!)
Where's Wonderdog? Must be a south side thing!
Biggest difference between Chicago dogs and the rest - the toppings. At
Fluky's, you couldn't even see the hot dog under all the other stuff they put on it! Here, you buy a dog and that's what you get.
Wonderdog was on Fifth Street just north of Green in Champaign. I can't believe you never ate there with us. Sorry - you missed out.
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