Growing up on Chicago’s North Side I fondly remember walking with my dad down to the street corner to get an Italian Beef or Chicago Dog. We’d walk with our brown paper bags and setup to eat on a local park bench. Once a week we’d visit a friend of my dad at his Italian restaurant on Irving Park, who would sit and tell stories from when they were kids. On the weekends my grandfather would make his homemade Italian beef teaching me the difference between using top rounds or bottom rounds for the meat and all of the seasonings that would go into getting that perfect flavor. The undeniable passion for flavor and authentic ingredients were part of those memories. A Chicago generational recipe shared with our new family of Bears fans in Arizona.
Clay Moizo