Photograph from roboppy on Flickr New York food critic Alan Richman should not be writing about Chicago hot dogs. But, that’s what happened in his GQ piece last week, as we've previously mentioned. Richman swooped into the Windy City, ate a dozen or so dogs—and by his own admission, cut them up like a street food dilettante with a plastic knife—and deigned to decree four of them so wonderful “even New York should be in awe.” Along the way, Richman, the man I like to call the Marilyn Manson of food critics (I feel he’s a public opinion puppeteer fully aware of both sides of an issue, but intent upon picking the side that incites the most controversy) took...
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Photograph from roboppy on Flickr GQ columnist Alan Richman hit what his Chicago hot dog-loving buddy called the dozen best franks in that hot dog-crazed town, but he didn't seem to love any. In fact, after reading his story twice, I don't think he got why Chicago residents are crazy about their tube steaks. His biggest problem: the way the hot dogs, loaded down with all the requisite Chicago toppings—chopped onions, sport peppers, tomato, pickle, and celery salt—fall apart when you bite into them. Richman hoped to file his top five list, but couldn't even find five good enough to make the cut. He liked the Wiener's Circle, Byron's, Rockstar Dogs, and Hot Doug's. He refers to Superdawg in...
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