Carl's was a big favorite of mine and my brother's. We would stop there late at night after poker games on the hill, dodging police. One of my fondest memories of the neighborhood is walking in Carl's door on a freezing winter night, and smelling the fast food aroma as my glasses steamed up.  About four years ago I stopped in there with a couple of Bowen buddies (we were in Hyde Park for a funeral). The same family still operates Carl's although Carl (the father) is dead. It's still the same quality and low prices (although, if I remember correctly, in 1967 it was 25 cents for a hotdog with fries!)  Last year I was crushed to see a KFC in the spot where Carl's once stood, but an instant later I was happy see that Carl's has moved across the street, to where Seagal's(?) used to be.

I, too, loved Carl's.  I remember those brown paper bags full of french fries and those greasy spots that decorated the bags.  It was a great after school snack as I waited for the bus to take me to 96th street and Jeffery Blvd.  Those were the good ol days where I never had to count calories and could easily eat a hot dog and french fries after school without a twinge of guilt.