I was heading off to Chicago for a conference and asked for last-minute suggestions from my Facebook friends – stuff I could do late at night or during quickie breaks. There was talk of the Art Institute. Done! Millennium Park (loved it!) Taking in the lakefront, and the entire city from the 94th floor of the Hancock Building -- and with Saturday night fireworks to boot – tell me, when’s the last time you were situated above fireworks?
We sucked and swirled at the oyster bar at Shaw’s Crab House and inhaled frisee salad Lyonnaise and moules frites at Brasserie Jo. In case you haven’t figured it out, I am absolutely coo-coo for Chicago. And yet, there was one misstep.
And I can’t say that I wasn’t warned.
Always out for new taste sensations, I simply had to try true deep dish Chicago style pizza while in the windy city. I won’t tell you where I ate it, but I will tell you that it was authentic, all-natural, and said to be one of the finest examples in town. I went for the basic cheese pie. Grease oozed out when I sliced into it (you must use a fork and knife to eat this stuff, no two ways about it.) I finished an entire slice and then I was done.
It would be the first – and last time I try deep-dish pizza.
Has anyone else out there tried it? And liked it? Really?