Jim's Hot Dog Stand: Maxwell Street and Halsted

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Half-a block away, I smell it: the sweet, oily odor that seeps between wool threads and permeates thermal underwear to settle quasi-permanently onto the body itself. It's a scent that clings relentlessly to hair - even paper, pens, rubber soles. And with each trip I make to the corner of Maxwell and Halsted, I'm increasingly conscious of its potency. Grilled onions.

Liz Stevens, author of an article in New City, February 10, 1994

All items are subject to bargaining. No price on Maxwell Street has ever been etched in stone. The fat kosher hot dogs can't be beat, either. And no onions in the city ever tasted like those on Maxwell Street.

Bill Reilly author of an article in Inside Chicago, March 1990

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