Ok, so the BP gas station across the street isn't exactly the most appetizing thing in the world, but you don't stop at this independently owned hot dog joint in an old two-flat for its stunning view. You stop for the zesty wieners—the kind of hot dogs that your mom was raised on. The 100-percent Vienna Beef dogs have a thin, crunchy casing, and taste best when loaded with everything (including a fresh-cut slice of cucumber) and nestled inside a warm, steamed poppy bun. The outta-this-world Red Hot dog costs a mere $2.69 and comes either char-broiled or steamed, both of which the counter guy says he "really likes." Though a small order of fries is $.99 extra, the hand-cut, greasy wonders are worth it.

The crowd of customers comes in a wide range of ages and sizes—everyone from grandpa to the local twentysomethings just love this classic American dog. Devouring inside is highly recommended if you're up for a little nostalgia; except for the Irish shamrocks that cover any blank wall space, the decor is right out of the '50s. Check out the vintage Coca-Cola advertisements and the retro sign whose cursive, forest green words read: "Enjoy Life…eat out more often." Thick, red, plastic tablecloths cover the five elevated tables, matching both the stools and the dogs.

If the ambiance and food don't keep you busy enough, examine the collection of newspaper clippings and letters of recognition from Vienna Beef—especially the one noting Murphy's induction into the Hot Dog Hall of Fame—that line the wall. You'll even find that, way back in '95, a Japanese businessman went searching for the best dog to bring back to his island and chose Murphy's. Owner Bill Murphy and his wife, Letty, who opened the restaurant in 1987, are not only Chicago legends—they're international stars, too.

Average cost: <$10

Centerstage Reviewer: Alicia Eler