Voting, Polish sausage sandwiches and my very American day

Jim's Original Maxwell Street

Tuesday was the Illinois primary. Our polling place is in our neighborhood public school, which is predominantly Latino. School was starting as I cast my ballot, and over the PA system, two kindergartners from the bilingual program led the school in singing the national anthem. Then the assistant principal, Mrs. Trinidad Lopez, read the morning announcements. Friday is Pajama Day. Monday, the classroom with the best attendance for this week will be announced. I always feel very American when I vote. This time, I felt especially so.

I had another particularly American moment at lunch. The ad agency I work for is doing some projects for a pro bono client, the Maxwell Street Foundation, and before taking a walking tour of the Maxwell Street neighborhood, some of us grabbed lunch at Jim’s Original. Lunch for me was the Polish and fries you see above. The Polish had a satisfying snap and the fries were deliciously salty and tender/crisp. Together, they set me back $4.50. The soda added another buck.

Jim’s Original is “the original Polish sausage stand from Maxwell Street.” It has a bank of walk-up windows and a long stainless steel counter along its exterior cinder block wall. There is no inside seating. My colleagues and I ate our lunch at the counter, facing the cinder block wall, with I-94 roaring behind us. It was sublime.

Jim’s Original began in 1939, in the heart of the then bustling Maxwell Street Market, when a Macedonian immigrant took over his aunt and uncle’s hot dog stand. The Maxwell Street neighborhood had already been a major gateway for immigrants for nearly a hundred years at that point, starting with the Irish who were brought to Chicago to build the railroads. Over the decades, Greeks, Bohemians, Russians, Germans, Italians, African Americans and Mexicans followed.

Immigration has always been a hot button topic in America. And the rhetoric has only gotten hotter in the current election cycle. What too many of us seem to conveniently forget is that, unless you’re a native American, you are only here because you or some ancestor was an immigrant. For that matter, even native Americans originally came from somewhere else.

ballotI’m not looking to start a big political discussion here. I’m just really glad this is the America I live in here in Chicago. Where you hear a host of languages on the subway. Where not everyone looks the same. Where my ballot this morning had Irish, Polish, Latino and African American names. And where, 24/7, you can sink your teeth into possibly the best Polish anywhere.

5 thoughts on “Voting, Polish sausage sandwiches and my very American day

  1. Yup, we’re all originally from someplace else (even the Native Americans!). Haven’t had a Polish dog in years — now I need to go get me one. Really interesting primary in Missouri — results were very close on both sides. Exciting! Love election days & nights.

  2. This actually made me have a very minimal twinge of nostalgia for America, which I am normally not prone to. No way we can get a good Polish sausage on a bun out here in the wilds of the PĂ©rigord, though Lord knows we can get great food around every corner. We are very lacking in diversity of the American kind here. Not sure I’d trade that for having to deal with the likes of Donald Trump, though we have our own blowhard misfits here. Off to the Netherlands tomorrow for a mini-vacation and some rijsttaffel!

  3. Loved the article, Terry. That’s my America, too. A diverse and inclusive one that finds beauty in the simple things — and in simple foods. Here in Brooklyn we have ample supply of foods and people of all kinds. But I’ve found, even in the small town I was raised in, that if you take the time to look, it’s there too. One thing I’m not sure I can get here in my trendy neighborhood is all that yummy food for only $4.50.

  4. John, we were watching Missouri closely. Mellen, one thing America does perhaps better than anywhere else is welcome other cuisines to its shores. Ronnie, may I point out the excellent dollar slices available to you in Brooklyn? Anita, we are probably hitting Jim’s Original this weekend.

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