I like to think of my hometown, Chicago, as a super macho city, a real cowboy town. In my youth, remnants of the stockyards still existed on the South Side, the steel mills pumped out pollution by the ton and Irish, black and Jewish gangs fought it out for supremacy in the streets.
So, how can you explain this: the City Council has outlawed fois gras! Well, they once voted in favor of racial reparations, too. Apparently, the Council bought into the animal rights movement’s claim that ducks are oppressed.
So, now we can expect fois gras speakeasies in the Windy City.
“There are already underground restaurants in Chicago,” said one restaurateur. “I think you’ll see more of them.”
Well, I never thought of Chicago as the fois gras capital of America, anyway. When I travel home, I eat steak or ribs with a baked potato and a boiled vegetable. During the summer, the great delicacies are home grown tomatoes and corn on the cob.
In more important news from home, the Cubs’ offense has collapsed without Derek Lee in the lineup.