Jorge Just

It's big.

It's tough.

But I really like Chicago, you know?

Oh, really?

What's Chicago like?

Chicago's this wonderful dreamland where there's a bar on every corner and, you know, the bridges smell like chocolate.

And then you'd pretty much have a silence and the ice in your glass would clink a couple of times.

And then they'd say the bridges smell like chocolate.

And then I'd describe how wonderful it is that the bridges smelled like chocolate.

And this is something that people in New York have never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever believed.

But if you get up early in the morning and it's sort of quiet out and you go to the right bridge and it's just that sort of magic twinkling hour where the sun's coming up and you're in a big city but nobody's around, every now and again they smell like brownies.

Yeah, the smell of magic.

To say like the bridge smells like chocolate doesn't convey like what actually happens.

What actually happens is that when you're walking across a bridge and you're dodging cars and it's a bridge over a dead river in the middle of a part of town that is industrial and totally unnatural.

You just sort of walk into this cloud of the sweetest memory you have of cookies being made as a child, your sweetest childhood memory.

You can walk into that, and you can walk into it by surprise in the middle of the day, in the middle of a city.

I know.

I know.

It's like a thousand little stabs in the heart.

No, no, I'm just trying to think.