“ At the beginning of my visit, Julie Winship, a Chicagoan who frequently travels east, told me, “In New York, you’ll be having dinner outside at some bistro near piles of trash, and you’ll feel the subway underneath, and you won’t be able to hear, because of the traffic, and meanwhile, the water from an air conditioner will drip on you, and still you’ll say, ‘But at least we’re outside!’” For sone reason, that really made me homesick.
“Chicago Style” by Patricia Marx. New Yorker, sept 14, 2009
