Remember the Aretha Franklin scene in the 'Blues Brothers', that's the real thing. Maxwell Street. I remember when I was a teenager, one of my first jobs was on Maxwell Street. It was nestled next to the South Water Markets produce warehouses, where my buddy Tommy and I would shop for his dads, produce stand in the wee hours of the morning on the weekends. When your a kid your braver than you are bright.
We laugh about now. Who knew back then that his sisters would yell at his pop for allowing two 15-year-old boys without driver's licenses to operate the beat-up pickup truck to hustle produce on the docks for the family produce stand in the middle of the night. Much less, in one the most questionable of neighborhoods around. After we loaded up, we would hang around until early afternoon to help some of 'the guys' sell their wares of whatever was available that week off the back of their trucks (wink, wink), and make a few bucks.
For over 100 years Maxwell Street was the largest open-air flea market in America. it enabled generations of immigrants to establish themselves and move up and out in America. You could buy anything from new gym shoes to underwear, socks, and clothing to hubcaps, toys, furniture and household wares, and even a Cadillac on that street. Everything had a price. Literally. Their motto: 'Cheat you fair'. (I wish I could claim that motto.)
The market is one of my fondest memories filled with hardboiled characters that ranged from Jimmy Cagney real-life gangsters types, and others straight out of 'Shaft' or 'Super-fly' and other nefarious types. Bent noses were everywhere. I'm fairly certain that's where I earned my slightly tilted nose.
Then we grab a sandwich from Jim's Original.
It's known for a few things Maxwell Street is. A big thing is Chicago street food. One of the oldest around is Jim's Original hotdog stand on Union St. just south of Roosevelt snuggled tightly next to the Dan Ryan expressway. For its first 80 years, it was located on the corner of Halsted St. & Maxwell St. when I first started going there. I still go there today. Today, like then you walk up and see the steam rolling out of the windows and the sweet smells of street eats.
They have a solid hot dog one of the best in the city. What they are really known for is the deep-fried polish on a poppyseed hot dog bun, smothered in grilled onions and mustard. Throw a few of their vinegar, serrano hot peppers on the and crunchy french fries, and boy, you got it going on!
My personal favorite is the age-old standby, Bone-In Porkchop sandwich on a hamburger bun and smothered in grilled onions and mustard. THIS, my yelpers is a true Chicago sammich. The chop is not a sliver cut, no, it's a thick-cut grilled Porkchop on that bun. It's basic, it's da bomb. They ain't playin' around. The grilled onions, that's the key here. Being as Jim's Original is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year that grill only stops to get cleaned now and then while the others continue to work. The grease on the grill is the deal. It's shall I say, seasoned? That's what makes the onions what they are and gives that taste you can't get elsewhere. No how, no way.
Now, there are questions you don't ask in this neighborhood, like "what's your name friend". I mean, even though it's gentrified in the past ten plus years and from the outside looks like University City yuppie, hipster hell, it's really still just the old Maxwell St. neighborhood. No there are no bathrooms you can use so don't ask. No there is no seating or tables to sit at, so don't ask. Just park curbside, step out, order your grub, and go back to your car. Then like me, open your SUV hatchback or sit on your hood or sit in your car with doors locked if you're shall we say, shy. Take in the impressive array of city lights and the street sounds. It's part of the experience.
It sits in an urban mixed-use industrial, residential neighborhood so with that camped along the curbs you might catch a glimpse of the occasional 'rodent'. It's grease, meat, potatoes, (I never said it was particularly healthy, just tasty as hell.), and the like on a city street so the occasional drunk fools don't know what a garbage can is. Don't be one of them. Ignorance of the law of street etiquette and class is no excuse. You might get the occasional fist-to-cuff late nights, just consider it dinner and a show.
You get all kinds at Jim's Original, Coppers, robbers, city workers, working girls, college kids, mom and pops, city teenagers, tourists, and those trying to re-visit and get a taste of their pasts before they moved to the suburbs. Like I said it's the Maxwell Street neighborhood and you get every race, creed, and color at Jim's and we all sit on our cars, on the street, and eat like good Chicagoans. Though it can get a bit dicey late-late night on weekends, there are always enough good folks around to look out for you. It urban, it's city, it's real, it's Chicago street food. read more