They boast Chicago-style dogs and Italian Beef. Obviously the place couldn't compare to the real thing, but we had to try it anyway. The current incarnation of the Dog House has been in place since 2008. Apparently, it has changed owners a few times over.
We walked into the sauna of a store and were greeted by a counter, two tables, and a large ocean mural.
I just wanted a snack, so I ordered a small Chicago-style dog with everything on it except peppers. Richie went for the Italian beef sandwich. We sat outside under an umbrella and waited for our food.
It took awhile to come out even though we were the only customers. I blame the beef.
Though I ordered a small, I wasn't expecting it to be the size of a toe. The server did warn me when I ordered though. At least it was loaded with flavorful toppings and bright green relish. Pretty Chicago-ish.
I wonder where you get buns that tiny? I scarfed the lil chihuahua and tried to calm my growling stomach while Richie nibbled his Mastiff of a sandwich.
Richie's Italian beef was spicy and juicy, dripping down his chin and onto the table.
He wolfed it down, but said it wasn't quite what one could experience in Chicago.
I thought it was a nice change of pace from the seafood restaurants and bars in the area. I just wish I would have ordered a bigger dog. One that could withstand more than 2 bites.
