
Its not the food I miss (and Lord knows no matter how carefully I follow the directions the stuff never tastes exactly right). Because if I'm not actually IN Chicago it's just not the same.
The yummy part of the carmel-cheese corn is smelling it wafting down Randolph and Wabash. The delectable joy of the deep dish is eating it in the dark cave of Gino's East off Michigan Avenue and knowing I am in the coolest place on Earth. And the SuperDawg will never, ever be as good unless I'm looking up at Mr. and Mrs. Dawg on Milwaukee Avenue.
But don't tell the kids!
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