well,those of you who are following the chowathon adventure have heard the facts. and they have been eloquently expressed by dave, rob, rene and others. you've been given the names and addresses of where we went, and when. and possibly you are impressed with the participants' tenacity and appetite. i'd just like to state what may not be obvious at first blush if you weren't there.
the chowathon was not an eating contest. it wasn't the culinary equivalent of a bunch of frat boys egging each other on to down just one more brewski; one more shot. in fact, i don't recall even one time when anybody urged another to eat a little more. nor did anyone feel compelled to show off by ordering just one more dish. hard to believe if you weren't there, but restraint was really the order of the day.
i think what the chowathon was about, was revelling in the incredible ethnic diversity of chicago and its environs. it was our way of celebrating one of the most important aspects of life that people on this planet experience several times a day.
but, sitting in the korean restaurant at 3am staring at the magnificent array of condiments and b-b-q spread out in front of us, i was compelled once again to remind myself that that day, as every day, 24,000 people on this planet die from hunger. life goes on for the rest of us, but i couldn't help but think that the breaking of bread together goes a long way towards fostering understanding between people of different cultures. everything that brings us together in shared pleasure is one less thing to tear us apart. it may be an overly sentimental thought, but there it is. peace, joan