If landing at the end of the Purple Line gives you the 847 blues, find comfort in the land of 773 cuisine. Mustard's Last Stand, a hot dog shack that's been stuffing Wildcats fans silly for more than 20 years, channels the South Side with Vienna-beefy treats and sports-themed decor; tennis rackets hang on the wall alongside more framed athletes than you'll find in Cooperstown, New York. The thimble-size restaurant offers counter seating for about five; if you're lucky enough to nab a stool, check out the view of Ryan Field across the street. In the summertime (or anytime, if you've got a high tolerance for low temps) opt to sit outside at one of four, umbrella-topped tables.

Behind the counter, service moves at lightning speed. Employees dish orders of greasy, paper-carton bound goods and milkshakes and malts to down 'em with. If you're feeling ultra-Chicago, order up the "everything" hot dog loaded with catsup, mustard, relish, hot peppers and a pickle. Other dog variations include polish sausage and chili dogs while artery-clogging side dishes enter the realm of pizza puffs, cheddar or cream cheese poppers, French fries and onion rings. For those who think inside the bun, the double cheeseburger delivers the fast-food buzz.

Centerstage Reviewer: Jennifer Berg