Pasties originated in Cornwall, England and travelled to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan with the Cornish tin miners in the 1800’s.
They were the original “convenience food”. An easily portable and nutritious food, the workers’ lunch, filling and wholesome.
The traditional Cornish Pasty contains only of sliced beef, onions, rutabaga (aka Swedes) and potato with salt and pepper seasoning.
“…the crimped edges of the pie made a convenient handle that could be sullied by dirty miners’ finger, sometimes covered with arsenic, then discarded. Many miners believed in tommyknockers, otherworld spirits that lived in the mines. The discarded pasty crust served as a gift to appease these mischievous creatures.”
Riding our bikes around London on a chilly Christmas eve day, our hunger led us to a pasty kiosk. As we bit into the buttery, flaky crust we looked at each other and said “Chicago needs these” And…here they are!
ABOUT US:
People ask us this all the time. We can explain…. New Year’s, 2009, found two intrepid Chicagans riding bikes through London and working up quite a hunger in the process. Where to eat, we wondered? Was it time to try one of the alluring little pasty stands we’d seen – and smelled? They looked like hand-held pot pies; quick, real food that wouldn’t slow us down. Yes, indeed! Within minutes we’d located a stand and were biting into the buttery, flaky crust. As we hit the hot, savory insides, we looked at each other and both mumbled, “Chicago needs these. Now.” And so the seed for Bridgeport Pasty Company was planted.
A year went by, we worked at our jobs, we traveled to South America, we started an organic garden, and still we wondered why no one was selling pasties in Chicago. Finally, around Labor Day 2010, Carrie found herself in the kitchen with butter, flour and the necessary ingredients for the traditional pasty. Good things happened. Another month passed and Jay was proving a dab hand at pastry making. Who knew that years of drumming would develop exactly the muscles needed to roll light, tender pastry?
And so we baked on, our own garden providing the inspiration and produce for constant variations on the fillings. (Talk about “locally-sourced”!) The problem with pasties is deciding what fillings really are the best. Let’s face it, anything wrapped in really yummy pastry can be good. That said, we agreed that jicama and chocolate just don’t mix, so don’t look for it on the truck!
Once we’d decided on half a dozen tasty recipes ranging from vegetarian to traditional to exotic, we were ready to go. But – how to get the pasties to the people? Being avid cyclists, our first thought was to use pedal power to purvey our pasties. Put an oven on an ice-cream tricycle! Heat with propane! Feed hungry Loop workers! As you may have guessed, City Hall was not supportive.
Sadly, dog-sleds were out of the question, so we started investigating other mechanized options and finally hit on a real winner. Keep your eyes open and your nose to the wind and you’ll see us soon on the road selling our pasties. Or you can follow us on Twitter, Facebook and our website.



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Growing up in the U.P. pasties were just as common as a hamburger. Now living in the Midwest, I must stock up when I visit my hometown. I buy dozens and keep them frozen. They are partial baked and fast frozen so they go directly from the freezer to the oven and are so wonderful on our cold winter nights. I look forward to finding you when I visit Chicago. Best of luck in your new venture. I know it will be a hit and it really is something Chicago needs.
Lois Hobson
When will your store open? Never able to get off of work to go to the truck.
>The pasty migrated with miners to the Midwest, where Sebastian notes a weird little pocket of pasty shops in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.<
Weird? I don't think so. You need to make a trek to the Copper Country to taste a real Cornish pasty and to appreciate what the Finns have done for it. Think rutabaga.
In Hancock we have Amy J's and Pat's Foods. I've had yours the last time I was in Chicago. Just get on Lake Shore Drive and head north for 8 hours to see how they're baked. And bring your bikes, we lots of pleasant pedalling.
“Weird” meaning “cool”. We know the U.P. and would LOVE to bring our bikes up there. Thanks