After my step-grandfather retired he and my grandmother, Shirley, moved over 200 miles northwest of Detroit to a small town. Lewiston has a tiny population of 1,289 and sits in the broad Michigan region lovingly labeled “Up North.”
Once upon a time when I served in a downtown Chicago hotel bar and historical landmark, I had zero idea what the build for a Last Word cocktail was.
Coney Island means something very different to a New Yorker versus a Michigander. The use I am most familiar with refers to a chain of Greek diners in and around Detroit, Michigan.
Like all good Michiganders, I raise my left hand and point to signify where I am from. After a little over six years in Chicago, and two in the Twin Cities, it has been nearly a decade since I have lived in Michigan.