somebody asks you where you re from and you answer, i m from chicago, nobody s going to give you a patronizing response like, oh, chicago s charming. hey, chicago. more likely it ll be wow, chicago or oh, chicago. they ll be impressed. chicago is the town, a city that doesn t ever have to measure itself against any other city. other places have to measure themselves against it. it s big, it s outgoing, it s tough, it s opinionated and everybody s got a story. i took a walk through this walk through this beautiful world felt the cold rain on my shoulder found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder as late afternoon gives way to evening in chicago s old town, it s time to drink. though to be fair, almost anytime it s time for a drink at the old town ale house. the chorus assembles to give their opinions on matters of the day, subjects of great import to this city on the lake, this city of broad shoulders, this
was like, let s go to chinatown and try to find places to find those things we ate for breakfast every day. pork dumplings in chili oil start the fire. oh man, they re slippery. i mean you got it. you know why the chopstick is thin? it s not thick and fat wood, you can just, just do this. i thought you re not supposed to do that? peter, you re supposed to help me knowing what s faux pas. yeah, so happy. one of my favorite dishes in the world, anywhere, mapo doufu. yes, a tofu dish, stippled heavily with pork and a burny numbing nine and a half week style exercise in sadomasochism that will start you thinking some deeply disturbing thoughts. do you know mapo doufu, is it because it looks like spotted grandmother or did spotted pock marked grandmother create the dish? both. both? yes. right? my mouth is a little on fire right now. i think the rice came at the