"Cliffie, quick. Breath test. What do you smell when I do this?" asks Norm."Milwaukee," Cliff responds.
For every sneer that Milwaukee lives in the shadow of its Lake Michigan neighbor, Chicago, someone is serving up quiet, casual defiance with a pastrami chop cheese bagel sandwich, or a pambazo, or Peruvian chicken, or an olive oil cake.
And, regardless of any commentary, there are James Beard nominees and winners turning the sleeper restaurant scene into a Midwestern culinary stronghold.
Through all the activity, restaurants keep pushing forward, finding new ways and reasons to celebrate a city that, yes, sometimes smells like beer - and there's nothing wrong with that.
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