Practicalmadness

One of the nicest things about living here in Chicago's somewhat hip, relatively calm, unfortunately pricey Lincoln Park neighborhood is the large variety of places at which to stuff one's face, and many of these establishments can be noted not only for their food, but for their wonderful, almost genteel sense of hospitality:

"What you want on your muthafuckin' weiner?"

The Weiner's Circle at Clark & Wrightwood is less than two blocks from my apartment. Come at the right time -- that is to say, any time after dark -- and you will be verbally abused by the staff in a way those west of the Soup Nazi may not be prepared for.

If you can survive walking in the door -- Jenny and I were greeted by a large black woman shouting "what you want?!" -- weiners and far, far too many french fries await you. And if uninitiated yuppies happen in while you're eating, well, there's your evening's entertainment as well.