Here’s a line from a song “The Bay” by the British band Metronomy.
“Because this isn’t Paris. And this isn’t London. And it’s not Berlin. And it’s not Hong Kong. Not Tokyo….”.
This song fits Milwaukee.
It’s the kind of city that shouldn’t be nice, because that contradicts your preconceptions.
You don’t want to admit that you enjoy it, because it’s… Milwaukee.
It’s OK if you don’t really know. “Somewhere past Chicago,” or “near the Great Lakes?” or “Yeah, it’s…oh wait, that’s Minneapolis” are all acceptable answers.
If your brain does kick out a few random factoids, there’s an image problem. The city was a byword for industrial decay, notorious for its massive rate of crime and poverty, and Miller Lite on culture. Even the ball team was sub-par.
> Poster boy for the Rust Belt.
> Someplace dull where people talk about electric power tools.
> The City That Made Beer Famous” – but a lot of it came to be cheap, sticky, mass-produced “value beer.”
Growing up, Old Milwaukee, Pabst Blue Ribbon, and Schlitz Malt Liquor were never seen in our house. They only seemed to exist as empty cans in roadside ditches- the kind of beer drunk by people who drive rusty pickups with rude stickers and throw their empties out the window. The pickups were driving by old rusted-out Allis-Chalmers hay-balers, a brand once world-famous, manufactured just down the road from my apartment, and now faded away.
The city was part of feeling embarrassed about living in the northern U.S., in the Rust Belt.
Bad cars from Detroit. Bad beer from Milwaukee. Bad politicians from New York.
Last summer, I moved to Milwaukee. Voluntarily. I entered of my own free will.
The city continues to get a lot of bad press. New Yorker magazine just ran an article about the thousands of evictions that take place yearly in this, the fourth poorest city in the country.
But Listen Up People — I am here, and I am here to say, Milwaukee is a great city
On a great lake. Literally, the city is right on one of the “Great Lakes.” Lake Michigan is impressive, one of the biggest expanses of fresh water in the whole world. It doesn’t need the others to be a Great Lake. You could drop Maryland, Massachusetts, and Connecticut into it without a trace. And its the only one we don’t have to share with Canada, so it is an All-American lake.
This isn’t the 1980 Rustbelt anymore! Milwaukee is ready to be a new poster boy, one for new era, the re-birth of the American city. From Buffalo and Pittsburgh to Milwaukee, the revitalized Richmond and Louisville, and of course, NYC – all have stories of revival, comeback, resurgence, regrowth. And unlike NYC or San Francisco, young people can actually afford to live here, and can afford to have some fun.
America’s comeback is, and will be, taking place in its cities. A lot of this is change is brought about by an influx of young working people. Young people who move in, work, and spend their money here. There are still huge problems, but that just isn’t the whole story.
It may be overshadowed by bigger, sexier Chicago, but Milwaukee is very much a worthy, interesting destination city on its own. I know one Chicago resident, who comes up on weekends, because he loves visiting the local joints in our town. Madison, Wisconsin’s state capital, is prosperous and squeaky clean, and has earned the reputation of being the ultimate college town (though it will always rank below my favorite, Ithaca, NY) but Milwaukee can give them a run for their money — there is a vast population of students and recent graduates.
You can have an apartment! Not a cleaning supplies closet “artfully re-purposed into a Living Pod,” or a retro-engineered shipping container, or a squat where the coachroaches have names and their own little bunk beds. You don’t need to live in a derelict loft with five roommates, and go dumpster-diving behind Panera’s; here you can live a good life on very little money. Beer is cheap, and it is good – Milwaukee’s old-time genetic coding has kicked in, after all this is Brew City, and they’re once again making great beer around here. Microbreweries like Sprecher, Lakefront, Brenner turn out ales and lagers as good as anything in Europe. There’s lots of innovative stuff, too, like organic pumpkin beer, tangerine IPA, etc. and a really smooth black lager. Bars are plentiful, friendly, and the “pub food” is excellent, and the nightlife is good.
Where I live, West Allis, somewhere between a city neighborhood and a suburb, there are tree-lined streets, and you can walk along the Hank Aaron Trail to downtown, and then along the RiverWalk, which stretches right through the heart of the city. You can walk on top of the bluffs along the lakefront, and they even have a lighthouse.
A quintessential American city — it’s a diverse population, mostly Germans, Poles and Mexicans, but with dozens of other groups and ethnic communities in the mix. There are African-American neighborhoods mixed with Hmong immigrants just up the road from an old Scandinavian enclave. Maybe it is one of the last bastions of middle class America — as the new, monied elites grow richer on both coasts, leaving the poor and jobless to fill the spaces in between.
A world-class art museum on the Lake (the building alone is an architectural gem, in part a design by Eero Saarinen, who did the St. Louis Arch and buildings that still look futuristic at Dulles and JFK airports), authentic ethnic restaurants, hip lofts and desirable neighborhoods, full of hipsters, yuppies and yup-sters, a cool live-music scene and lots to do, this town is excellent. To amuse tourists and local visitors alike, a stroll along one of downtown’s main streets takes you past a series of street poles with mini-stories told in ‘flip art’. Milwaukee offers more green space than any major American city — parks abound along the lake. You can visit the Pabst mansion, the Mitchell Domes (huge geodesic gardens, one for desert, one for tropical), enjoy German food in the restaurant that has hosted four US presidents, celebrate “Pho-bruary”, and experience blue-collar America’s factories, with tours of Miller (and the other breweries too) and Harley-Davidson’s factory.
This town may not have the fashion scene, but it has character. Here, people talk to you. They are sincere; they are friendly. You can live on a reasonable salary. Housing prices aren’t outrageous. You have all the big city amenities, and none of the traffic. Sure, this town lacks the frenetic pulse and determined weirdness that enlivens places like NYC, but it instead feels like a big small town. You feel like you’re at home, even when you’re not from around these parts. I think it’s wonderful. But don’t take my word for it, come and see for yourself.