Getting the picture?
To outsiders, it may seem like we are two cities, divided by a clearly defined border. In actuality, we are one city united by that very same Stateline. More than Missourians or Kansans, we are two million people who are proud to call ourselves Kansas Citians.
KCMO? KCK? The first two letters are, unapologetically, KC.
We are incredibly loyal to our professional teams; almost to a fault. In the past 15 years, Kansas City has won the Super Bowl, World Series, US Open Cup, NWSL Championship, and the MLS Cup! We’ve also hosted the MLB All-Star Game, MLS All-Star Game, and the NFL Draft. Come 2026, we’re hosting the FIFA World Cup!
Kansas City has hosted the NCAA Final Four more times than any other city. We’re home to a hodgepodge of passionate and fierce collegiate allegiances. We have a world-class arena and entertainment district that makes the Big XII Tournament the ultimate party every March.
The Negro Leagues were founded here. “Playing under the lights”? Yeah, Kansas City invented that. The first nighttime professional baseball games were played here. The national monument to World War I? Also in KC. Mickey Mouse was conceived here. The Happy Meal was born here. And, as for jazz, the truest of American artforms? We revolutionized that here too.
We have more fountains than any city in the world except Rome. We have more boulevards than any city in the world except Paris. We have more barbeque restaurants than any city in the world except … well, us. You might’ve heard. We have the most. And the best.
Kansas City is the World Capital of Barbeque. We are the City of Fountains. We are The Paris of the Plains, Chiefs Kingdom, Cowtown, The Silicon Prairie, The Soccer Capital of America, Cradle of Jazz, The Gateway to the Southwest, Royals Nation, and The Heart of America. We are KC.
Everything you have heard about us is true. Well, except “Flyover Country.” We’re not that. Never that. Flyover Country is a myth.
Welcome to Kansas City.