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Wow, I don't even know where to begin but I guess the best analogy is -I grew up and played baseball in a neighborhood of Gary, Indiana that looked like the United Nations. We are just outside of Chicago so I can't even pin down a favorite.
I learned to make my own jambalaya and paella , kung pao , fettuccine alfredo, and a pasta sauce that a cattle-ranching Texan would complain that there was too much meat in it.
Still have the thing for Croatian, Polish, So. German, No. Italian - because they know where the caraway seeds go !
One day after work we stopped off to eat in a Mexican neighborhood in Chicago. I got to have authentic chimichanga that was the size of a Nerf football.
Then there is a butcher nearby that make sausages out of gyro meat. Got to figure out the right bun but that sounds like a real money maker.