Chicago Style Hot Dog

Chicago Style: dragged through the garden

I have been in Chicago visiting my family. Grew up there on the North Side in West Rogers Park. Cubs fan. Hot Dog fan, too. Loved Fluky's back then. Does anyone remember Terry's Hot Dog Stand on Touhy Avenue? It was our hangout.

Every time I go back to Chicago to visit my brother Don, my sister-in-law Kristy and nephews Stone (7) and Jett (almost 5, he is counting the days) which is quite often actually, we observe a few important culinary traditions:

  1. They take me somewhere to enjoy a Chicago Style hot dog or Polish sausage. This time it was Chicago's Dog House in Lincoln Park.
  2. I cook a meal with my nephews. Together we made Panko Crusted Turbot with tartar sauce and ketchup.
  3. I cook dinner for the adults at least one night. This time twice, one night had to be the Award Winning Mushroom Agnolotti recipe!
  4. We dine out at one of Chicago's top restaurants. We ate at a wonderful hot new place called Sunda New Asian Cuisine this time, but the highlight of the trip was a home cooked meal by the amazing and über-talented Top Chef Stephanie Izard at Don & Kristy's home. I can't wait to share that meal with you all!
  5. We always eat lunch at Joe's Stone Crab on Grand & Rush before Kristy drives me to O'Hare to fly home.

I am particularly fond of Hot Doug's but this time, happy to try some place new, we went to Chicago's Dog House. 

We all liked the "Frips." A cross between fries and potato chips.

They originally tried to do this by hand, but it took way too long for all the customers in line, so now they're using an auger.

Daddy Style: My brother likes to try the specialty of the house. Here is the Duck Sausage with Swiss cheese, mushrooms, caramelized onions and Dijon mustard.

You might know me as Lori Lynn, but my "real" name is Aunt GeeGee. One day when my little brother, Don, was almost two years old and I was three, my dad took me on an outing. 

My little bro was inconsolable. He cried and cried out for GeeGee. My mother did not know what GeeGee meant.  She tried everything from food, to changing his diaper, to toys - but he still cried until I came home with my father. And then my little brother sighed his relief when his "GeeGee" returned. 

As we got a little older, the name GeeGee (pronounced like the clarified butter X 2) morphed to Geeg. And then in high school, it wasn't cool anymore and Geeg became Lori. Over forty years later after my little brother had kids, the name GeeGee has now become cool again. Stone and Jett only know me as Aunt GeeGee. YAY! Yay for silly names, old memories, and traditions.

The Kids Fix Dinner with Aunt GeeGee
Back at their house: Jett and Stone crusting the fish for dinner. Flour, egg, breadcrumbs. The flour got a little messy. Oh well. Stone said the fish was "good," and gave the thumbs up sign.

Stone Style: My seven-year-old nephew has loved onions ever since he was a baby. He prefers his hot dog with ketchup and onions. Jett prefers just ketchup, and is not too keen on the poppy seeds.

The family enjoys lunch at Chicago's Dog House in Lincoln Park. Aunt GeeGee happily sat between the boys.