A plate full of Chicago

Ryan Bradley, Brian Orloff, and Max Brett

A real weiner

Snuggled between the hip bars and record stores of Lincoln park is the Wiener’s Circle, a place where rich residents clamor to order cheap, greasy and delicious fair — and get treated poorly in the process.

Go to the Circle, located off of the Diversey stop on the El , expecting good — meaning grease dripping off the table and soaking through the wax paper wrapping good — food served until four in the morning.

Yes, intentionally rude service — a hard thing to come by in this day and age — but like many European countries, at the Wiener’s Circle the customer is not always right. In fact he or she is usually wrong, in the way and taking up precious time that could be spent talking to co-workers about what they “think 50 (Cent) drives and is it better than Puffy’s?”

The menu is sparse “All we got is chicken and meat. That’s all. Chicken and meat. So what you want?” employees will instruct you upon entry. This is, in fact, slightly misleading — besides choices ranging from barbeque chicken to delicious hot dogs to (as the Circle’s glowing yellow sign boasts) charbroiled cheddarburgers, the Wiener’s Circle also has cheese fries.

The cheese fries are worth ordering if only to see the four-foot vat of semi-solidified cheese used in the process. They are also excellent, if one wishes instant clogging of all major arteries.

The atmosphere inside the Wiener’s Circle simply adds to its charm — a single semi-cleaned counter that surrounds the interior is accompanied by stools in various levels of decay.

They are really all that this minimalist Circle has to offer, as well as charming “regulars” who will come in and ask for spare change. Really any other d