So I sat around for a few hours, listening to Danzig and watching a film called Texas Asshole Massacre, deep in thought about what my first article would be about.
And then it hit me: The one thing vital to all Chicago sports. One thing more important to this city than Jordan, Ditka or pretty much anyone who ever played for the Blackhawks. One thing that I am intimately familiar with, while most writers on this site have never seen it up close. Yes, I speak of the one, the only…MAXWELL STREET POLISH.
I bet most of you are getting moist just looking at the size of that thing. For those of you who don't live in Chicago (or are pussy-ass vegetarians), I'll let Wikipedia fill you in:
"A Maxwell Street Polish consists of a grilled all-beef Polish sausage topped with grilled onions and yellow mustard and the optional sport peppers, on a bun. The sandwich was first created by Jimmy Stefanovic, a Macedonian immigrant, who took over his aunt and uncle's hot-dog stand (now Jim's Original) in Chicago's Maxwell Street marketplace in 1939."
Wait a minute…the guy who invented the Maxwell Street Polish was…Macedonian?!? I guess "Maxwell Street Macedonian" doesn't quite have the same ring to it. Ironically, it's pretty Polish to not even know what the fuck country you're from.
Regardless, Maxwell style Polishes are probably the best food ever invented. Once, I actually consumed only Polishes and root beer for a week straight and lived. My farts were awesome that week too. To all of you who don't live in Chicago: I don't have anything good to say about our suck-ass sports teams, but I highly recommend the Maxwell Style Polish to you. So, much respect to you, Jimmy Stefanovic, you crazy Macedonian motherfucker.