Food in Chicago is not just what we eat; it helps define our way of life. It is who we are and where we came from. Despite its faults, this is a city born out of the dreams and aspirations of people from across the globe, and our food traditions reflect that.
How unique in all of the world, that one nation that was the resting point from people groups all across the world. It didn’t matter the color of their skin, it didn’t matter their language, it didn’t matter their economic status. Once you got here, we were all the same. Isn’t that remarkable?
(Probably a surprise to America’s early slaves and slaveowners, and the many different minority groups who were effectively second-class citizens for much of U.S. history.)