... make sure it's not low calorie diet rubbish or high fibre stuff, I like my grub to taste nice, like burgers, hot dogs, pizzas, and now I like ribs too😋
Well Coco, we need to talk about food.
Come Hungry: Why You’ve Never Really Tasted a Burger, Hot Dog, Pizza, or Ribs Until You’ve Been to Chicago
Now, I know you’ve got “great burgers” in London and the odd American style diner in Manchester or Brighton. You might even be proud of them. I can hear you now: “Ours are artisanal, grass fed, with brioche buns and aioli.” But here’s the cold, ketchup free truth: until you’ve eaten in Chicago, you don’t actually know what a burger, hot dog, pizza, or ribs are supposed to taste like.
And before you say “Isn’t that where it snows sideways?” yes, it is. But trust me, you’ll barely notice once you’ve got one of these in your hands.
The Burger that Redefines the Word “Burger”
Let’s start with Au Cheval, a dimly lit spot on Randolph Street where the burger is practically a religious experience. This isn’t one of those tower of Babel burgers that collapses after the first bite. It’s simple, brilliant engineering: perfectly seared beef patties with a crispy edge, melted American cheese that clings to everything like it’s in love, and a secret dijonnaise that should have its own fan club.
Even people from California, the land of In N Out and avocado toast, fly here just for Au Cheval. Sean Evans from Hot Ones (you know, the guy who tortures celebs with spicy wings) literally called it part of his “perfect Chicago day.” You don’t argue with a man who’s eaten his body weight in Scoville units.
Honestly, once you try this burger, you’ll stop saying “Let’s grab a burger” and start saying “Let’s go to Chicago.”
The Hot Dog That Broke the Rules (and Banned the Ketchup)
Ah, the Chicago style hot dog. A cultural artifact as sacred as the Crown Jewels, but with more relish and fewer guards. Here’s the checklist: poppy seed bun, mustard, neon green relish, chopped onion, tomato slices, sport peppers, a pickle spear, and a sprinkle of celery salt. Notice what’s missing? Ketchup. The city takes this so seriously that putting ketchup on a hot dog is basically a declaration of war.
The legends? Gene & Jude’s is the gruff, no frills temple where the hot dogs are wrapped in wax paper with a pile of fries jammed right on top. It’s been running since 1946, longer than some countries have been at peace. And then there’s Superdawg, a classic drive in with neon hot dog mascots on the roof and a time warp feel that’ll make you grin before you even take a bite.
Sure, you can get a “hot dog” in the UK. But it’s usually some sad sausage in a soft roll, maybe with onions and heaven forbid ketchup. What we’re talking about here is precision street cuisine. It’s art, it’s heritage, and it’s something you can only truly get after you’ve stood in line with Chicago locals at 11 p.m., grease spotted bag in hand, trying to keep your fingers warm.
Pizza That’s Not a Slice, It’s a Structure
Here’s the part where everyone in New York sighs dramatically: deep dish pizza.
Listen, it’s not just “thick pizza.” It’s an edible skyscraper. Imagine a buttery crust holding layers of cheese, toppings, and a chunky tomato sauce poured on top. When you lift a slice, the cheese stretches like a special effects shot in a rom com. It’s not something you fold, it’s something you tackle with a knife and fork and a sense of adventure.
Lou Malnati’s is the one Michelle Obama herself recommends. (If a former First Lady says it’s good, you don’t question it.) Giordano’s does a stuffed version that’s basically a pizza lasagna, and Pequod’s is beloved for its caramelized crust, the edges crisp and dark, like the corners of the best brownies.
Here’s the thing: people from California and New York argue about pizza, people from Chicago celebrate it. You won’t find this level of loyalty anywhere else. You’ll need a nap afterward, but it’s a blissful kind of exhaustion.
Ribs That Make You Forget Cutlery Exists
When you think barbecue, you probably think Texas. Fair enough. But Chicago’s ribs have a soul all their own, smoky, sticky, and kissed with a little grit from the South Side.
Start at Lem’s Bar B Q, a tiny takeout spot that’s been serving legendary rib tips for over sixty years. Their sauce is tangy, slightly sweet, and capable of making you rethink everything you know about smoked meat. Then there’s Smoque BBQ, a more modern joint where the ribs fall off the bone if you so much as whisper near them. And if you fancy a bit of polish with your smoke, Lillie’s Q does Southern style barbecue with Chicago swagger, the kind of place where the napkins are almost as thick as the meat.
Here’s the funny part: when food magazines interview travelers, they find that even Californians, people surrounded by cutting edge restaurants, come here for ribs. So if folks from Los Angeles, where everything’s gluten free and garnished with kale, make the trip to eat barbecue in a windy Midwestern city, what’s your excuse?
Why You’ve Got to Come See for Yourself
Chicago isn’t flashy like LA or frantic like New York. It’s grounded, literally, in the sense that everyone’s always clutching something heavy, cheesy, or dripping with sauce. The city’s food scene isn’t about presentation or microgreens; it’s about satisfaction.
And the best part? These foods tell stories. They’re tied to neighborhoods, old families, factory workers, and the city’s history as a blue collar crossroads. Eating here feels like joining a living tradition. It’s one of the few places left where a single meal can make you feel both comforted and challenged, stuffed but curious.
So here’s my challenge: hop a flight. We’ll hit Au Cheval for burgers, Gene & Jude’s for dogs, Lou Malnati’s for deep dish, and Lem’s for ribs. Bring an appetite and maybe a spare T shirt, because Chicago food doesn’t forgive amateurs.
You’ve had good meals, sure, but you haven’t eaten until you’ve eaten here.
Come find out what the rest of us already know: the Windy City doesn’t just blow, it absolutely delivers.
--Hanna--