For several months now we've been offering the firstlings of our pizza flock to Zoe. She usually snubs the pizza and instead demands, by way of grunting, for yet another bowl full of ramen noodles. Those things were borderline inedible back in college, but Zoe has rendered them disgusting thanks to all the places she's managed to lodge them all over the house. We always hoped that one day she would accept our pizza offering, thus officially becoming a normal child, and finally, at the famous Gino's East of Chicago she enjoyed her first slice. As seen in this video, she very much enjoyed it. You can tell because she only makes chicken wings when she is overwhelmed with joy. I should have thought about the consequences of pizza sauced hands being rubbed across white tee shirts when chicken wings are made.
We took a big risk by forsaking our beloved Giordano's to try Gino's East. Can't say the pizza was bad, but Giordano's is slightly better and is waaaay cheaper. Gino's uses cornmeal for their crust. Weird but good. You can't help but love that you are encouraged to draw on the walls while eating. But I looked around and saw no pre-2006 graffitis...something's a foot. Maybe the reason the pizza is so pricy is that they gotta pay some youngster named Justin to search for three-year-old signatures and rub them out. For any of you hardcore Amazing Race fans out there, this is the place that they had to eat an entire deep dish pizza before trotting off to the finish line in the last episode of Season 6. Extra points to anyone that actually watched that episode. Speaking of the Race, how sad is it that Mike and Mel got out last Sunday, I really liked those fellas.
Zoe has spent the majority of her toddler months bull-legged because of the many hours she's spent riding on my shoulders. Look how pretty the sky was that day! The spire just to the right of the Zoe's head is the Wrigley Building, the first skyscraper in the city built North of the river. This photo also shows how tall the Trump building actually is.
I just think my little wife is super pretty in this picture. The reason she's clutching for dear life to that street barricade is that it's the only thing that's keeping her from falling over the bridge to her green watery death. The city of Chicago figured the best way to control the high volume of foot traffic going over the bridge was by way of using metal fences and terrified horses to divide people from cars. Urban recreation is much more fun when survival is questionable.
Dude, how do I get canoe access to the St. Patrick's Day festivities?