when it's 130am, who cares about the nitty-gritty?
boisterous beings inside but fast and efficient service gets you in and out before you can count how many drinks you (think you) had.
i happened to come here late last saturday night when i *wasn't* intoxicated, and was pleasantly surprised at the relatively low douche factor. the bestie and i picked up a couple dogs and fries to go.
when we got back to the crib, i opened my hot dog container. the bun was still moist from the steaming process, and the ends of the dog came out from both sides..just how i like it*. i got ketchup, mustard, onions, and pickles. not the best dog i've ever had but hey, i'm from chicago. it was sufficient.
the enormous mound of fries were made fresh for us (hellll-o** to the cutie helping us in the pirates hat) and were still hot when we got home. good, not great, and i was kind of disappointed that a good number of the taters were the bottom, stumpy, runt bits. the giant sealed container of ketchup was pretty clutch, though. oh to be where heinz started. open 24/7 and cash only!
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*i'm sure there's a horribly crass that's-what-she-said in here somewhere.
**seewhatididthere.