There is a line on North Avenue that never seems to go away, and nobody standing in it looks annoyed. Rain does not stop it.
Late nights do not stop it either. People clutch cash, rehearse their orders, and shuffle forward toward a tiny counter that has turned a simple sandwich into a suburban ritual.
The prize is a dipped Italian beef, followed by a cup of Italian ice for the ride home. In Elmwood Park, just west of Chicago, this little stand has collected thousands of fans and a reputation that travels far beyond Illinois…