In discussing Detroit’s food culture, we often love to talk about the lore of the coney dog or square pizza. We’re also inclined to give mention to the many ethnic cuisines that have helped elevate us from our reputation for being pedestrian in our tastes. And of course, we’ve been flirting with the idea that we just might be a restaurant destination, with many new eateries popping off in the city, but let’s not kid ourselves.
Our roots in eating are deeply ingrained in the working man’s lunch counter, the place where blue-collar folk can grab a sandwich to take back to the factory or have a seat on a stool and shoot the shit with the short order cook before clocking back in. | Read more here.