Chicago Hamburger Company

09/06/2026

Labor Day, you’re kidding right? We’ll be back on Tuesday, well rested or not

09/04/2026

The end of an era. Our old crane machine is unfixable, no more parts available. I've spent a year and 1000.00 figuring that out. So we gave away the rest of the toys we had in stock to a bunch of happy kids, and even a few pathetic adults! Not to worry tho as Ms. Pacman and all her games aren't going anywhere. I always set the crane so it was pretty easy. Paid off every 6 or so tries. You can adjust the tension on the claw. If you've played a crane that seemed damn near impossible to win, well it was set up that way. All the proceeds ( I generally broke even on the machine) went to my employees Xmas and July 4 bonuses, so I'll have to make that up all on my own. Hey, it was a fun ride with the crane. So long, Pal.

08/27/2026

So Check Please Arizona is coming in tomorrow, Friday 28, to film for a segment airing in January. They're going to film in the dining room from 12:00 to 1:30. If you want to check it out and/or maybe get your mugs on tv, come join us!

"Check, Please! Arizona" puts locally owned Arizona restaurants in the spotlight. In every episode, three guests provide restaurant reviews.

08/27/2026

Coming soon to a burger joint near you…

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"Check, Please! Arizona" puts locally owned Arizona restaurants in the spotlight. In every episode, three guests provide restaurant reviews.

08/20/2026

Been waiting to hit 2000 reviews. Vivian was number 2000, and she gave us 5 stars. She’s gonna have to win something for that !

08/18/2026

Phoenix, AZ 📍

07/22/2026

In the 1920s, the streets of Chicago were not paved with gold.

They were paved with the blood of the Union Stockyards and the desperate hopes of immigrants who had nothing but their family names.

For the Italian families settled around Taylor Street, survival was a daily calculation of pennies.

When a young couple got married, there was no money for a grand ballroom or a five-course meal.

Instead, they held what the neighborhood called "Peanut Weddings."

The "reception" was usually a damp basement or a crowded church hall.

The floor would be buried in a sea of brown husks because peanuts in the shell were the only snacks the family could afford to provide in bulk.

But the centerpiece of the night was a masterpiece of pure necessity.

These families couldn't afford prime cuts of steak or expensive poultry.

They were forced to buy the "rejects"—the toughest, leanest, and cheapest roasts the Chicago stockyards had to offer.

These were cuts of beef so stringy and hard they were considered nearly inedible by the wealthy.

The mothers and grandmothers of Little Italy found that if they slow-braised that tough meat for hours in a bath of garlic, oregano, and secret spices, something miraculous happened.

The meat didn't just soften—it surrendered.

To make one single roast feed a crowd of fifty or sixty people, they used a manual deli slicer to shave the beef into ribbons as thin as tissue paper.

They piled that meat onto thick loaves of crusty bread that were often a day old and rock-hard.

Then came the final, iconic act of the era: the dip.

They realized the bread was too tough to chew, so they dunked the entire sandwich into the roasting juices—the *jus*—to make it edible.

It was messy, it was salty, and it was a survival tactic that tasted like heaven.

No single man "invented" the Italian Beef; it was the collective genius of a neighborhood refuse to go hungry.

By 1938, street hustlers began selling the sandwiches from the back of trucks to workers at construction sites and hospitals.

Soon, beef stands began popping up on every corner, from the South Side stockyards to the North Side neighborhoods.

The "Italian Stance" was born—leaning over the counter at a 45-degree angle to keep the gravy from ruining your only pair of shoes.

As the decades passed, the "Peanut Wedding" faded into memory, and the struggle of the Depression was forgotten by a city of skyscrapers.

People started taking the Italian Beef for granted, viewing it as just another fast-food staple.

But if you look closely at the soggy bread, you can still see the history of a people who refused to be broken by poverty.

Today, you can still stand on the same sidewalk where it all began.

Al’s #1 Italian Beef still anchors the corner of Taylor and Loomis, where the smell of slow-roasting garlic has soaked into the very bricks for generations.

You can go to Mr. Beef on Orleans or any neighborhood stand that still respects the slow-cook and the paper-thin shave.

When you take that first messy bite, you aren't just eating lunch.

You are tasting the 100-year-old grit of a Chicago that knew how to turn a "cheap" life into something legendary.

07/09/2026

Mike declaring his allegiance(s).

07/07/2026

Went looking for everything on YouTube that CHC was in and put them all together in a collection. Slider contests, those were fun and a lot of work! Anyways, I made it easier for me to find this stuff. Enjoy the heat, it’ll be November before you know it.

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07/03/2026

Got a chance to go to a game while in Chicago. Took my wife Simona for her very first Wrigley Field experience. What a blowout!