Always one for expanding her horizons (and suffering from a horrible craving for some down and dirty street food), Brandy ventured to what has become one of Chicago's most treasured denizens of dogs, Franks 'N Dawgs in Lincoln Park. As Brandy soon discovered, this was not the place to go if one is looking for tasteless meat tubes on soggy buns and topped off with watery condiments. However, if you should be in the mood for, say a hot dog made from scallops, this is the place for you.
There were a few items on the menu that drew Brandy's attention straight away, especially one particular item called The Brunch Dog. Well, no need to look any further! She placed an order for that little wonder straight away, along with some Triple Truffle Fries and a Dang! That's Good Butterscotch Root Beer.
The root beer was spectacular. Normally not a big soda drinker ("Unless you count soda as a cocktail mixer," as Brandy likes to say), this drink was a perfect combination of both flavors. First, a smooth, home style root beer, followed by a creamy butterscotch finish. Brandy would have downed the entire bottle and had to order several more if the food hadn't started arriving so quickly.
So impressed was Brandy by these "High Class Hounds," as she called them, that she decided to take an order to go. Again, the food was served up in no time and after a quick bus ride home, she was able to enjoy a second round of gourmet street food.
Brandy had also ordered a Cheese Head Dog, a Bratwurst topped off with smoked Gouda, portobello mushrooms, caramelized onions, and fresh chives. The brat, which was on the same kind of buttery toasted bun as The Brunch Dog, had an excellent snap to it, and the cheese was extremely creamy. Along with the mushrooms and onions, the dog gave Brandy the feeling being a someone's back yard cook out, but a rich someone who knew how to cook.
Brandy did find it a bit exorbitant to pay nearly $18 for a hot dog, fries, and a soda (the second dog, salad, and cake bites came out closer to $14), but once the caliber of said order was put into perspective, the deal really didn't seem all that bad. Service could not have been more friendly or helpful and Brandy hoped that every person working that Sunday morning was getting paid just as well as a fine dining server, seeing as how some of the finest restaurants in the world couldn't hope to match that crew for hospitality. So will Brandy go back to eating her hot dogs with ketchup and grease, we hear you ask? Perhaps. But at least now she has an alternative way to eat her hot dogs that New York will never have.
The Short and Sweet Review