I spent an entire week in Chicago last month riding the L & bus everywhere & staying up into the late hours of the night & the only "incident" was a thirtysomething white guy on the Red Line having a bad ket trip but after getting mad for a second, he'd just go "ALL IS LOVE BRO, DON'T WORRY!"
Chicago being such a dangerous town & all, here is me "running for my life" so I can devour two Maxwell Street polish sausages covered with onions & peppers.
Two? That's a lot of sausage. That might be a crime in itself.
It wasn't the sausages that got me in the end but all those onions. They heap them on in healthy portions of an entire bulb each & it's just perfection.