A Man's Man's World

Joey D's, a south Minneapolis hot-dog joint, has Chicago taste, spirit

Joey D's Chicago Style Eatery
3101 E. 42nd St., Minneapolis
612.729.5507

"Do not write about the basement. Then everybody's gonna want to see the basement, and it's no big thing," advised Tommy Dennis, guaranteeing that I could write about no other thing.

Tommy Dennis is, of course, the co-owner of Joey D's, the south-side Chicago--I mean, south-side Minneapolis hot-dog place. He owns the sunny, sports memorabilia-packed corner joint with his brother Bobby Dennis, and anyone who's ever been to Joey D's knows Bobby and Tommy, because they are always behind the counter, in front of the counter, or, says Tommy Dennis, "chasing each other around behind the counter with our dukes up." And once the Dennis brothers have finished chasing each other around, it's pretty likely that one of them retreats down the rickety stairs, to the...basement.

Guys' guys: Bobby and Tommy Dennis run a boy's club everyone can love
Richard Fleischman
Guys' guys: Bobby and Tommy Dennis run a boy's club everyone can love

The basement! A magical, secret, forbidden kingdom of the ultra-male, extra-muscular, and mega-brawny. The secret kind of place where manly men do manly things, like stub thick cigars into weighty ashtrays, while clippings from their past sporting triumphs loom above, packing-taped to the walls. A basement with a giant lounge chair splayed--nay, cratered--with the evidence of briefly collapsed, exhausted bruisers, this overwhelming chair covered by a bright red Chicago Bulls blanket, like a veritable throne of a large-sized pause in a large-sized life.

There was a time when I was growing up in the blue-collar wilds of Queens, when architectural restoration appeared to mainly involve Bondo and beer crates, and one's future ability to achieve mobility seemed to hinge on learning to suspend a tailpipe with a coat hanger, and could that be why I so often find myself at Joey D's when the chips are down? Why so many people I know keep Joey D's deep in their hearts for retreat when the chips are down?

As my friend Dennis has it: If you're sad, Joey D's will make you happy; if you're hung over, Joey D's will knit you back together; and if you're sad and hung over, Joey D's makes you feel like you're not alone, which is half the battle.

I told Tommy Dennis my counterintuitive theory that one of his pickle- and pepper-covered sandwiches works like a dozen Alka-Seltzers and a Xanax, and he gave me the fishy look such a statement deserves. Tommy Dennis is much more comfortable saying things like, "For years we didn't have any Vikings stuff up, and then we figured, okay, we're in Minnesota now, we should try to make the customers happy, and there's some room by the toilet. Hey, I'm just kidding, you're in for it now, the more we know you the more shit you're going to get." Ah, family.

But I still think those ballpark perfections have magically curative qualities--especially if you add some chili-cheese fries ($5.10). Those chili-cheese fries are the least defensible item I love at Joey D's, so I might as well start with them. They basically seem right out of the ballpark: hot, sizzling, distinctly non-gourmet fries covered with grainy, non-gourmet chili and a couple of profoundly squishy squirts of canned cheese, they transport you immediately to ballpark, amusement park, or some other site of the American Carefree. I love them. Though I admit they trouble me. Because deep in my heart I know I'll never be a fancy wine writer, wearing a monocle, touring Burgundy in the back of a chauffeured Bentley, exactly because of those Joey D's chili-cheese fries. The Achilles heel of the middle class.

The other things that are magical at Joey D's are the Italian beef and that famous Chicago dog: a Vienna Beef hot dog done with the requisite sport peppers (the green, whole, pickled chili peppers), green relish, diced onions, sliced tomatoes, a kosher dill pickle spear, and mustard, the whole thing topped with celery salt and served in a poppy-seed bun ($2.40) just like they do in Chicago. (Important trivia: Whereas the Dennises used to drive sport peppers and buns up from Chicago themselves every month, now they are so popular that the family hires a semi to do it for them. So order as many as you like!)

If you've never had a Chicago dog, I can see how you might think they sound utterly repellent, but in fact, there's something about the way the cool of the tomatoes and pickle spear, the sweet of the hot dog and relish, the salt of it all, and the spicy and sour of the sport pepper and mustard combine to give it all an almost Thai or Vietnamese complexity, hitting almost every palate note sequentially, effortlessly, and for less than three bucks. Though of course, for $3.89, you can have yours made with two hot dogs. But that's clearly between you and the length of your roommate's bachelor party.

For me, I like to get the hot dog and the Italian beef--because, now that I think about it, I clearly have the soul of a dockworker. That Italian beef is a fantastic thing. Now, you've probably had your share of Chicago beef sandwiches, the thin-sliced roast beef simmered in what is known as beef juice, but this one is better. It's the peppers, I think. There are two kinds, hot and sweet. Hot peppers are actually a variety of spicy pickled vegetables, "giardiniera" (from the Italian for gardener, I'm told), to which the Dennises add fresh cauliflower, carrots, and a special Dennis blend of spices. The stuff is great, popping and piquant, and utterly addictive.

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