Countdown to Hog Doug’s! In just 12 days I will be rounding that Chicago corner for a meatish marvel, a sausage sensation, a two-handed tubular tastetreat. Anticipating a delicious appetite-quenching, hot-doug device.
I may call ahead on my handheld device to make sure they are open, but once there I will not have any hands free for snapshots. I will be eating. Two handedly.
Alacritous Chicago correspondent Bottle Rocket(s) fan Linda has been fanning the flames and whipping the Hot-Doug’s-seeking-brush-fire that is me into a full blown inferno:
finally got mom over to hot doug’s for her bday.
score! she’s already talking about coming back.
i had the smoked crayfish and pork sausage with the
superfantastic goat cheese and impeccable goat butter
creation [see photo] and it was SUBLIME. it was worth
forgoing the bacon
sausage for that.
still drooling just THINKING about it,
linda
She could not stop. Can ya blame her?!?!? so she HAD to add this:
For those who wish to learn some useful german
phrases, there is an excellent primer on a tableside
wall at Hot Doug’s. “My Favorite German Sausage
Expressions” helpfully translates german into the
literal and figurative meanings. Don’t let anyone
tell you encased meat isn’t good for you. This gratis
mealtime education is just one benefit of fine sausage
dining.
Spiel nicht die beleidigte Leberwurst!
Game plan: Lighten up (spiel nicht die beleidigte Leberwurst) for, oh say about 12 days, and then then then “heavy-down”. When I exit Hot Doug’s gravity will absolutely, positively, definitely have the upper hand. It is, after all, the law.
(when you come, allow for at least a half hour wait at
the door, and that goes double if it’s good weather!
just sayin’. come prepared to sidle up for a while
with other tube dog lovin’ folk), she cautions, sagely.
The Lunch Encounter 
Hmm. Is this really just a ploy to see the BottleRockets? : )
Noooo, the Bottle Rockets are just a ploy to eat at Hot Doug’s : )