As if frozen in time, Monroe's stands a testament to a classic era. It's the kind of place that lacks any semblance of atmosphere, there is no music playing, no juke box, and I'm pretty sure the carpet had survived the Great Depression. Inlaid in concrete on the exterior of the building, the tile proudly proclaims the structure was built in 1920. As you walk in the first thing that catches the eye is the old malt shop bar and stools. At a $1.20 per chili dog, this restaurant has definitely held strong to its roots.
Few menus anymore have that old school simplicity, it's a lost art to have a small menu. The kind of menu that doesn't need a hundred mediocre items, but instead does a small amount of things really well. This dive does just that, going hard with coleslaw dogs and gravy fries.
In most cases when you order three chili dogs, one might expect a plate. Well not here. Instead you get a deli paper lined tray. The fact is this might sound weird, but in fact it's quite genius. There is no clean way to eat this demon of a dog. The open area allows you to be as messy as you want without leaving your wide open area designated just for you. With several dogs to choose from the only problem at Monroe's one should face, is the question which will be your poison.
My personal vice in life is chili dogs, a good chili dog goes a long way. Its a lot harder to find a decent chili dog than one might imagine. There seem to always one element of the dog that's lacking, either the hotdogs themselves such, or the chili is lacking. You may see chili dogs somewhat frequently featured in this blog, as I'm on a constant search for the perfect chili dog. Monroe's is up there on the list, the dogs aren't huge, but damn they're good. A skinny little dog in a top cut bun, topped with an awesome homemade chili sauce. That what I call heaven!
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