Something happened in the past two decades such that you can find yourself behind a guy at the Frontera Grill walk-up counter in the Twister-inspired food court at O’Hare and hear him tell the human being behind the register, after an over-long pause filled with much judicious squinting, the kind of squinting a man does, I assume, when he’s watching a v…
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