I certainly try to get to Mr. Beef each time I visit Chicago, not only because I like the sandwich, but also to see if they’ve put up my autographed promo-shot on the wall next to Joe Mantegna’s yet (they have not). You get to say things like: “Beef, wet, and hot” when you order. I prefer “beef, hot” because if you add “wet,” you get a thoroughly messy sandwich that requires a second shower for the day.
It’s a perfectly delicious sandwich, with tender and lean beef, and the hot mix makes it all ever-so-better. The fries come crispy and hot, and I’ve never been let down.
Someday my picture will be up, I’m sure.