My View For A While: Mystery City

I’m sure that with this first shot, many of you will be able to tell where this is.

If that elevated hint wasn’t enough.

And then there’s this.   It was pretty cold out there, I can affirm.  But the 2nd row seats were great.

In the last few months I have learned about the esoterica of Chicago.

For example, I now know that when I order a hot dawg (I believe that’s the correct transliteration), you should tell them to “drag it through the garden“.   No, really.  That’s what people say and the guy behind the counter doesn’t blink.

I am fairly certain that the use of ketchup is strongly frowned upon if not outright verboten.

Also, continuing with the mysteries, this is, apparently, how you eat popcorn: cheddar and caramel… together… at the same time… simultaneouslyGarrett’s Popcorn seems to be the best.  US HERE – UK… ummm…. sorry.

It’s a mysterious place, but it’s my kinda town, Chicago is.

Too bad about the current… well… never mind.  I’ll consign that to mystery.

This player of legend is, however, no mystery.

When I shot that, yesterday evening, it happened to be the 3rd anniversary of the passing of the former Archbishop of Chicago, Francis Card. George (+ 17 April 2015).  He is greatly missed.  Do say a prayer for the repose of his soul.  Perhaps there will soon be a statue of him in a prominent place.

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18 Responses to My View For A While: Mystery City

  1. billy15 says:

    Glad you had a good time, but on your next visit make sure you get to a White Sox game instead. =D

    As a side note, I know the chaplain for the White Sox. He’s a bi-ritual (Latin and Byzantine) Augustinian who also says the Mass in the Extraordinary Form. That’s just one reason to prefer the Southsiders over the Northsiders!

  2. Midwest St. Michael says:

    Aw man!

    You were at Wrigley watching the Redbirds beat da Little Bears, Fr. Z?!

    Wish I would have been paying more attention to the crowd behind the plate. :-/

    BTW, given the nice (non) global warming weather MLB has been experiencing this early season, can anyone from the upper Midwest explain to me why Minneapolis would build an indoor football stadium and an outdoor baseball stadium (with no retractable roof like Milwaukee)? Just asking.

  3. JustaSinner says:

    Hope you’re rooting for the Cardinals, of the St. Louis diocese! Chicago, another once proud US city ruined by stupidity and liberalism.
    Sorry New York, Chicago-style ‘Za rules!

    [And both of those… meh.]

  4. bigtex says:

    Fr. Z livin the high life…this Bud’s for you.

    [Yep. Hot dogs and popcorn! But… Bud? Really? First, isn’t Miller the “high life”? And, next, “Blech”.]

  5. “…when I order a hot dawg (I believe that’s the correct transliteration)…”

    How else would one pronounce it?

  6. Anneliese says:

    My hometown. I hope you go to Giordanos for pizza. And stay warm, please.

  7. excalibur says:

    If I want a salad I’ll take it on the side, not messing up my hot dog. LOL

    They have some strange food ideas in Chicago no doubt.

  8. Jeannine says:

    Have you ever gone here, Father Z? I learned about it from the Dresden Files: http://sma-church.org/

  9. JesusFreak84 says:

    Knew where you were on the first shot, because I sometimes drive under an L track on my way to the Shrine of Christ the King, Sovereign Priest. (Also, don’t let those Sox heathens entrap you; even my south-side self knows better than that D: #sarcasm )

  10. John F. says:

    One of my favorite meat markets is Paulina Meat market. Is convenient to the Paulina station on the Ravenswood train (Brown line for youngsters)

  11. iPadre says:

    Immediately upon the first pic, Frank’s song “My kind of town” came to mind.

  12. Suburbanbanshee says:

    Re: dawg, Fr Z is referring to the Northern Cities fronting of the vowel, as opposed to the Midlands or Southern use of the sound of caught or cot. If the vowel is all the way up in your sinuses, you probably live next to a Great Lake…..

  13. Nan says:

    Because football players are delicate flowers and the baseball team had no idea that global warming is real! /

  14. Nan says:

    Even I could identify the location from the first shot!

  15. millercr2 says:

    Next time you’re in Chi town, a must stop is Chicago Pizza & Oven Grinder, 2121 N. Clark, Chicago, IL. A unique experience you’ll never forget!

    Every time I visit downtown on business, I take people there and they always proclaim they will be back and bring friends with them.

    http://chicagopizzaandovengrinder.com/

  16. JonPatrick says:

    At the first shot I thought it could be the Bronx or Brooklyn which still have Els (as opposed to Chicago which has the “L”). But if it was NYC there would probably be more graffiti :)

  17. Semper Gumby says:

    Ah yes Fr. Z, Chicago- where they Play with Railroads, Stack Wheat, and even the children have alarmingly Big Shoulders.

    Looks like our genial host had a fine time, and fine chow, at Wrigley. Nothing like an evening with the crack of the bat, the breeze off Lake Michigan, and the satisfying sound of a Cubs outfielder colliding with the ivy walls to secure ball firmly in glove. Then there is the inspiring sight of a hometown champion stepping into the batter’s box with steely gaze and firm jaw, prepared to unleash Hell on not one opponent, but nine. And, if most fans in the bleachers are Freshly Shriven, God in his Wisdom may grant the privilege of a Walk-off Homerun, which, in the beauty of that ball’s miraculous flight out to Waveland Avenue, is second only to a well-aimed Asperges.

    “It’s a beautiful day for a ballgame. Let’s play two.”
    -Ernie Banks “Mr. Sunshine”

    p.s.
    “Also, don’t let those Sox heathens entrap you…”

    “Because football players are delicate flowers…”

    *chuckle*

  18. Semper Gumby says:

    p.p.s. The Cubs haven’t won a World Series since 2016. They’re due…