I have no idea how to properly rate this. My brother in law took me on a bar crawl and said we had to end the night here. It was about 2:30 in the morning, and I was a few sheets to the wind. Lots of things are a dim blur from that night, but I do vaguely remember the sensation of three delicious chili dogs smoothly traversing the distance between my mouth and my beer-filled belly. It was the perfect cap to my buzz. The neighborhood is a bit dodgy, but Steve's is one of those places that shine like an oasis in the desert, and the clientele's diversity is evidence to that case. They had everything from a Diddle eyed Joe to a damn if I know on the menu, but I think they know that it's the chili dogs that keep the folks returning. Get yourself a dog at Steve's after your next night on the town.