As I write this sandwich review, I am still experiencing partial paralysis, and have a food baby that’s in the second trimester and kicking. Go to Flub-a-Dub-Chubs Hotdog Emporium (3021 N Broadway, Chicago, IL). And get a Locastro, a Chubby (1/4 Pound Hot Dog) on top of a hamburger, coated in Pepperjack Cheese, served on a pretzel roll. Holy Christ on a crutch, this thing was delicious! The casing from the hot dog creates a wonderful sweetness and snap that gives a variance of texture of the creation. The fairly bland burger serves the purpose of giving heft and emphasis to each bite. The roll is delicious, meaty and toasted. This entire haunt has become a favorite of mine lately, but the Locastro blows the ever living crap out of everything else on the menu. I means this burger tastes like bacon, and has no actual bacon, that’s more impressive than finding the mother Mary in your grilled cheese. The actual restaurant is welcoming with a wonderful staff that is always happy to see you, and hand out hot dog bubblegum. Run by a former physics professor FaDC [ed: Flub-a-dub Chubs) or the Chub, as it has become known in my social circles, is a welcome breath of totally unpretentious air. The ice cream shop down the street offers Merlot chocolate chip ice cream. Blech. Stick with meat. This sandwich tastes like America, from sea to shining sea.
I have seen the face of an angel.
Where’s the meat?
There’s the meat!
Blurry but delicious.
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