I have a lot of history with Maxwell. When I was little (around 8 or 9 years old), my dad used to take us here after his work. This was the original Maxwell street, where cops would eat at the stand, while a few feet away, someone is selling tube socks and pornos (I saw my first porno box on this street).
Though it's not the same as before, it's still an experience around 2am in the morning on a Friday or Saturday. The people out there are a little sketchy - but they are there for one thing, the hotdogs with sauteed onions or porkchop burgers! They don't care about robbing you. They just want to eat.
You have skaters in line, douchebags, gangsters, nuns, priests, emo kids, all under one line - wanting that Maxwell street hotdog.
So let's talk about the food. Hotdog + sauteed onions + fries + jalapenos + the experience + great price = 5 stars.
Enough said. Go there for an experience and a satisfied stomach.
Only bad thing is, you smell like Maxwell street when you wake up. Worth it though.
How can you open up a place called Maxwell Street Polish without knowing how to make one correctly? Btw, the receipt actually says Maxwell Street Restaurant.
I'm the only customer and it is noon on a weekday. I wait until the guy behind the counter is free doing whatever he was doing. He gets done and just stares at me, no sorry, no immediate how can I help you, nothing. I'm suppose to figure out that he is not busy and I should tell him what I would like.
I said, "I would like a Maxwell Street Polish." He responds, "what would you like on it?" (WTF) I said, "just grilled onions and mustard."
Off he goes and half way into cooking the Polish he asks me if I want a lot or a little amount of onions on my Polish. I say medium and at this point he proceeds in putting raw onions on the griddle.
It's prepared and time to eat it. First, I notice that he forgot the mustard. Second, he didn't even know how to cook the darn Polish, I see two streaks and it isn't even warm in the middle. Don't even ask me how the grilled onions turned out. Shocker, the bun wasn't even steamed.
This is a place that doesn't look like pit, but it is. Vienna should be embarrassed being associated with such totally incompetent people using their product incorrectly. Opened about a year now and they still haven't a clue.