The things that hot corned beef and matso ball soup can do to a man’s soul on a cold November day is the stuff that remains unspoken but hangs thickly in the air of the 70 year old establishment in Chicago’s South Loop called Manny’s Deli. The fellas operating the slicer and busing your dishes have all been here for twenty or thirty years. There’s a very specific rhythm they’ve developed and a tradition that no one is even thinking of altering. And why should they? The regulars know what they can expect and take comfort in the food and the faces they’ve been enjoying consistently for three generations. This is soul food. And these are the faces that carve it fresh daily.