I live in Chicago. This weekend, I filled up on artisanal split pea soup (with lots of hefty chunks of good, quality, meaty bacon, sausage and other tasty meats), artisanal canadian bacon, artisanal fresh smoked canadian bacon, artisanal singaporean paratha fried in kerrygold (flaky stuff, that), artisanal spaghetti with huge chunks of all kinds of meat (doused in copious amounts of expensive olive oil), artisanal extra-dry jerky-tier sausage, artisanal home-grown tomatoes almost the size of your head, two kinds of artisanal curries, an artisanal chicken salad, artisanal chinese food, artisanal fresh baguettes, and artisanal neapolitan-style pizza (topped with prosciutto and other high-end toppings).
But yet, I wish I had had a good steak instead. Nothing can top GOOD steak.