PIZZA.
That perfectly terrible way to fill yourself. I’ve NEVER had a bad slice of pizza.
NEVER. EVER.
I remember the EXACT moment I had my first deep dish pizza in Chicago. I remember it like it was just yesterday. Ok, maybe not yesterday (I hate that cliche’) but like it wasn’t too long ago that I forget it. I was in Chicago, interviewing for college entrance into the University of Chicago (I didn’t get in, btw, but I caught a cold, so there’s that….)
But I digress.