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Bill Murphy is in the back room of Murphy's Red Hots (1211 W Belmont Ave, 773-935-2882), his 21-year-old hot-dog joint, slowly getting worked up about a certain red condiment. "You put ketchup on something and what do you taste? Ketchup!" Each time he says the word, he manages to say it with a little more hatred.
Yet despite Murphy's conviction that any dog with ketchup is nothing more than "a ketchup sandwich," he is more than happy to participate in a little experiment. Unsure if Chicago's antiketchup sentiments are anything more than a myth, we ask Murphy to put the stuff on every hot dog ordered during a recent Wednesday lunch rush. Thanks to our bad luck—dare we call it Murphy's Law?—most people order Italian beefs that day. But we do manage to give five suckers the red-bottle treatment. Below, they live to tell about the experience—though some of them just barely.
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