Theoretically I shouldn’t mind this. It’s in Chicago. It’s not like it’s been plunked down in the heart of Italy robbing real Italians of their jobs and income, and instead lining the pockets of the plaid shorts that Mario Batali insists on wearing.
It’s Chicago, and therefore not Italy nor, for that matter, Milwaukee but I was not any more happy to see it there than I was in Florence.
On a lighter note, this is my 888th post.