Da Foods.
I've been doing major root watering lately, only I hadn't noticed it until this week. I'm going to continue to just let things come to me instead of going on this "inner child" planning parade. So moving on from X-Files, this was officially Chicago week.
I haven't been to Chicago since my grandfather died when I was 17. Coincidentally I remember I was in the middle of trying to dye my hair Dana Scully red, and I was planning on skipping prom in lieu of my date and I dressing up as FBI agents and having our pictures taken down a dark alley, X Files style. So I guess it was the natural progression of things to move from X Files to Chicago- related goodness.
It was a fellow Chicago ex-pat coworker's birthday, so him and I decided to splurge. For $75.00 (30something each) you can have a Taste of Chicago box sent to your house containing deep dish pizza goodness. Do I have better, more important things to spend money one? Yes, but I live for self indulgence. We ordered the 4 pizza kit. It arrives via next day air in a bright red and black box that says "someone must like you" on the side. I was thinking, "why yes, yes I do like myself." It was cooked up on Thursday night, and my two are already gone (for the record, they are smaller and I did share with Joe). I really missed this pizza. The crust. The cheese. I can't get anything close to that here or in Vegas, so I was happy to invite it back into my tummy. I did decide, however, that this is a once a year splurge.
Today I continued my Chicagothon by finally seeking out and visiting a Chicago Hot Dog eatery in Portland. Las Vegas has one that is as good as anything you'd find outside of Wrigley Field, so I had hoped Portland would eventually have one. I was happy to find that Waynes Chicago Redhots was indeed a copy of anything I would have found in Chicago, and my hotdog was amazing!
Now all I need to do is fly in a cheesecake to complete the trifecta..... and then check myself into the hospital before I have a coronary.