Late Saturday night in Chicago I realized that my daily diet was 92% cheese-based, and that I had more mozzarella pumping through my ventricles than blood. In just two days, Chris and I ate at Pizzeria Uno, and Peace Pizza, the former was delicious deep-dish. Then, for a midnight snack, we ordered more pie from Pompei's Pizza. The following day, I ate another cheese pizza from Harry Carray's patio bar, and that night? You guessed it: A Margareta pizza from a place just down the block from the hotel. Honestly, near the end I would've sold my soul for a salad.
Aside: I sang karaoke for the first time, at Peace Pizza! After tossing back a shot of whiskey for courage, I belted out a faithful rendition of Billy Joel's 'Don't Ask Me Why.' I learned later that night that he and Elton John were in town performing a concert. It was an unintentional homage.
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