I met you for the first time 3 days ago, and I am really sad to admit that I am not charmed. Where can I feel your Illinoise that Sufjan Stevens sings about? "It's not you, it's me" or "It's not me, it's you." Which one is it? Is it both? I know it takes two to tango, but I feel like we haven't even danced. Not to be harsh, but you seem to have all the stress and impoliteness of a big city without it's charm. I know that it's bad to compare, but I love NYC, so I thought I'd love you even more.
Look, I know you are awesome, because I have heard rave reviews from others who have really good taste in cities. You have starred in countless movies, books, music, and, of course, a musical. Some of the greatest Americans love you.
To be fair, you have made my belly happy. I had the best Guacamole ever at Big Star. You provided really good Cuban food, a good burger at Edzo's, good cocktails at The Violet Hour.
And, I must let you know, I felt the same way about Paris, France. Now, I love Paris...a whole bunch. So, we have hope, Chicago. Don't give up on me, and I won't give up on you. After all, love at first sight is pretty shallow.
P.S.--You only have a day and a half to change my impression. No pressure.