I am decades older now than I was on that visit to Mermaid Avenue in Coney Island but fundamentally I am the same. I am still the hopeful romantic about my city, albeit now a warmer one with different flora, mountains, tastes and accents.
Chicago is home to all kinds of wonderful sandwiches. But it seems like a Cuban immigrant is muscling in on the sandwich front lately. It's called a Cubano, and I tried two decent versions last week that showed promise.