He's known all over town for the hot dogs he sells from his push cart downtown. But come the summer, and Chicago Al takes on his other identity, the Snowball Man.
The sound of the snowball machine shall echo across the land, drawing them nigh. For doth not the sun warm the body and parch the throat? Doth not the throat call out for cool refreshment? Doth not the eye thirst for color?
This is a little slice of heaven known as Chicago Al's Hot Dog Stand. Al may be famous for franks and mustard most of the time, but this time of year it's the snowballs that draw them into the little stand on O'neal Lane.