I have really enjoyed reading this thread! And it turns out a helluva lot of you are a (relative) stone's throw from me. Chicago starts shrinking a little bit after being here for a while! Oh yeah, my name is Jason.
Anyway, I was born in Baton Rouge, LA, with vivid memories of visiting my Cajun (by way of Opelousas, LA) grandparents in New Orleans (just several houses down from the 17th Street Canal) almost every weekend. Upon entering, I was met with the awesome scent of frying shrimp, freshly trawled by my grandfather, and the butterflies-in-the-stomach inspiring sight of piles of floured softshell crabs--a bonus haul from the shrimp trawl bounty. And it wasn't only ample piles of seafood in Meme and Papa's house; there were also crazy offerings of seafood gumbo, etoufee, stuffed bell peppers/mirlitons, among other homespun delicacies.
When I was 15, my mother got a promotion, and we moved, very much to my adamant chagrin, to Indianapolis. My family tried to make the best of it for me, saying "at least you can go watch the race", but I'd invariably reply "it's too COOOOLD up there", "they ain't got no gumbo up there", or "where the hell am I gonna find a po-boy?" Admittedly, ages of 15-20 weren't banner years for my culinary discovery, so the apex of my recollections is the Ponderosa Steakouse....or maybe the advent of the 24 hour Taco Bell.
Having had enough, I scooted back down South, moved to New Orleans for 8 years, lived a lot, discovered a lot, the thought it best to try to make money instead of coasting by. I moved to Austin for 2 years, felt the wrath of the burst tech bubble, and moved back to New Orleans with my tail between my legs. I eventually got a job at a major website, and we ended up hosting Tom Fitzmorris' forum (not wholly unlike this one), and between reading its posts, meeting folks from the board, and dining with others, I gained such a love and appreciation of food that I never knew I could contain.
Now I've been in Chicago for about 16 months, living pretty much above Pizza mania on Ridge Ave, and am profoundly lucky to yet have had a bad meal in town.....thanks largely from reading this forum. Thanks y'all!!! Chicago was a place I'd always visit during my brief stint in Indianapolis, but I never thought I'd end up here. Strange how things work out, eh?
(Luckily Edgewater has a nice enclave of New Orleans expatriates that often fulfills my dirty desires for roast beef po-boys, jambalaya, and red beans and rice. In lieu of that, there very well could be another madman roaming the streets....
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