14. The street-food scene is a pleasant surprise
At this point of you are probably like “why is this writer so addicted to food and booze?” In some ways you’re right, I am. In other ways, Chicago is an absolute monster of a city when it comes to drinking and eating, probably this city’s biggest pastimes. I don’t know much about sports, but from what I understand they also heavily revolve around beer and hot dogs. The streets of Chicago are littered with carts and snack stands.
In almost every neighborhood you can find cheap, delicious food served to you via cart or counter. There are of course hot dogs, which people will attempt to shame you out of putting ketchup on, but you have to be strong. There are $1 tacos. There are street carts serving elotes, fresh mangoes, snow cones, and sorbet. There are polish sausage carts and Italian beef. Eat a jibarito -- steak or chicken, lettuce, cheese, onions, and tomatoes sandwiched between fried plantains. There’s a guy with a bag of handmade tamales that walks around bars near closing time. You didn’t even know you wanted tamales but now here you are, desperately eating them with a pitcher of Old Style.