If you grew up in Chicago, then it's likely you've eaten at Superdawg, the legendary hot dog stand on Chicago's Northside. While Superdawg was never my favorite--preferring a lower-profile dog house named The Works in Glenview--the place does admittedly serve a tasty hotdog, and the ownership has my undying respect for giving their cheeseburger the hysterically funny name of Whoopercheesie. Just hearing someone order a Whoopercheesie brings me to the edge of hysterics.
Ex-Patriot Chicagoans will make a pilgrimage to Superdawg whenever they return to the city of their birth. Former Chi-towners will also likely doven in the temple of Lou Malnati's Pizzeria. Here, too--in the world of Chicago-style deep dish--I prefer a lesser-known establishment (Pequod's in Morton Grove). But Lou's is excellent, too, don't get me wrong.
But let's return to the intersection of Devon, Nagle, and Milwaukee for a moment...While I was still living in Chicago, back in the 80s, I once enjoyed a large meal at Superdawg with a group of friends. After we ate, we shipped all of the used wrappers, soiled napkins, empty dog boxes, dirty plastic sporks, and other debris from the meal to a friend of ours who had moved to Scottsdale, Arizona. When our friend received the UPS box filled with the Superdawg ephemera (garbage, really), he reportedly wept.