Chicago has plenty of sophisticated dining options, but the heart of Chicago’s food experience is its deep dish pizza and hot dogs. Our friend Tanya visited this weekend and wanted a Chicago dog, so I took her to Murphy’s Red Hots (1211 W. Belmont Avenue). I am not an authority on Chicago’s best hot dog – I don’t eat beef or pork! – but she gave them two enthusiastic thumbs up.
While she had a red hot with everything, I enjoyed delicious fries and a vanilla shake with a hearty dose of kitsch.
Sunday was a rare warmer day in Chicago, with temperatures in the mid to high 30′s. We took advantage of the weather by cycling to Chinatown to meet friends for lunch and watch the Chinese New Year parade. (Nothing like riding a 50 pound bike 20 miles to burn off a big lunch.) What a nice feeling! I wore a light jacket and only one pair of gloves. There was life back on the lakeshore trail, including plenty of unleashed dogs running into my path. All these fair-weather people should try poking their heads out the other 180 days of winter. It’s really not so bad.