Bobby G’s came to Milton, GA some time last year. And everytime I drove by it, I thought to myself, “Man, I could really go for some Chicago style deep-dish pizza.” But everytime I would just pass on by thinking I’ll go another time.
After neglecting it for a few months I heard from my co-workers that the place was pretty good. I asked how the deep dish was, but they could only comment on the hot dogs and sandwiches. Ok, well at least it got decent reviews.
So one Saturday in January I decided to try Bobby G’s for lunch. I wasnt in any type of hurry, I was just going to see how it was. Walking into the restaurant was like walking into a Best Buy where all the TV’s were turned on at full volume. That’s cool, it’s a sports bar. I like sports bars. You order your food at the counter but I had a difficult time reading the menu posted on the wall behind the cashier. I looked for a paper menu so I could peruse the selections before making my decision. I already knew what I wanted, deep dish, but I thought I should at least check out what they have.
Trouble was, folks, they didn’t have any menus for those in line to look at! I was lucky there weren’t a ton of people there because I couldn’t read the menu until I got to the cashier. Once to the front of the line, I told the lady that I wanted a slice of the deep dish pizza. “We dont serve deep dish pizza, only thin crust.”, she replied.
WHA?!?! You have the word Chicago in your name, and you dont have the stereotypical Chicago fare? I was shocked, still am shocked. But then I had to scramble through their menu to find something I wanted. There were a bunch of different hot dogs and sandwiches. When reading through the hot dogs I quickly noticed that while the dishes have creative names, those creative names don’t mean shit to me if there is no description with them. So I had to ask the cashier what was in a few of the hot dogs, then I just gave up. I asked what their most popular hot dog is. What do you know, it’s the Chicago Dog. Kewl…. I’ll take one of those and a 420 draft beer. By that point, I really wanted some beer.
After the adventure of ordering I sat down and within seconds my hot dog arrived at my table. Size was meh. It looked like a Ball Park Frank you might get at the grocery store. Unimpressive. But you know, I like Ball Park Franks, so I should like this. Chicago Dogs, for those of you who are unfamiliar are hot dogs with mustard and different types of relish. Simple, tasty, and easy. Bobby G’s Chicago Dog tasted fine, but it was surely something I would never go back for (It was about $2.75 for just the hot dog). There was nothing interesting about the bun, the dog, or the toppings. It was very forgettable.
I didn’t know this before I got there, but Bobby G’s is a chain restaurant. And once I walked in, I knew it was. All the “flair” on the wall carefully selected to make you think you are in an honest-to-gosh Chicago establishment was, for lack of a better word, dopey. If it says in Bobby G’s mission statement, “…to serve our customers in an atmosphere reminiscent of the love child between Applebees, Fudruckers, and Mike Ditka…” then they are doing a great job! I feel like I’m in Chicago when I’m at Bobby G’s just as much as I feel like it’s Friday when I’m at TGIFridays.
I can’t speak to the pizza or sandwiches, but if you want a hot dog just go to Costco! They are twice the size, and you can put all the topppings of onions, sauerkraut, ketchup, mustard, or relish, you like. It will only set you back $1.60 (including the tax) and you will get a drink. Bottom line, if you don’t make it to Bobby G’s, you shouldn’t shed a tear.