Whether you’re scarfing a pork chop sandwich at John’s (only the uptown location will do) or re-creating your great-grandma’s secret pasty recipe (meat and potatoes baby, none of that fancy crap). Your pride in Butte is like an insane Seahawks fan – if only it was appropriate to paint your face in copper and green every day! But instead, you browse through “the Internets” looking for images of Butte- so that your out-of-state colleagues, college buddies or your wife can actually SEE what you mean when you say “Butte, America” (no, not Montana, dummy, AMERICA!)

Look no further. Your Butte pride? Is right here. Pride in mining. Pride in architecture. Pride in pasties, peeling paint, the Pekin. But most of all, pride in the people. You know it, I know, this community is just that good.