For months I’ve been noticing a new, bright yellow awning on Broadway, over a papered-up shop. Too bad, I thought, that they had enough money to get that awning and then ran out of money/time/interest to actually open the place.

And late Friday night as we were walking to a party, Fat Moe’s Maxwell Street Polish was open! Super-bright lights inside reflected off all the stainless steel equipment. (It’s the cleanest Chicago street-food eatery I’ve ever seen.)

Anthony, the proprietor (pictured about in a blown-out cameraphone shot), stopped mopping the floor to take our order and chat. He said that opening a place like Moe’s (there is no Moe) has been his dream and he seemed super happy to be there, even though he was going to be there until 5 am (they’re open that late on the weekends). His brother Joe runs four Italian places but was jealous of his simple menu, he said.

He recommended the beef, but he did so after we’d already ordered a Polish, which proved to be the biggest Polish sausage either Erica or I had ever seen. Yum town.

Fat Moe’s Maxwell Street Polish
Broadway between Bryn Mawr and Hollywood