Chapter 7: Pizza and Poker Chips
Tuesday, August 16th 2022
6:02 PM
After lounging around in my room while waiting for my phone to charge, I decided I wanted dinner. Okay, I guess "decided" really wasn't the word. More like "realized". I had heard of Lou Malnati's pizza, so that's where I went. Simple as that. I think the original is on State St., but the air was crisp and cool and I wanted to enjoy the walk to one closer. There was one located a few blocks over from the hostel and the walk through the neighborhood was pleasant. There were gorgeous houses and small gardens that adorned the front yards. If you can even call them yards. I'm sure they have a name but I don't know what. All I know is that they were adorable.
The staff at Malnati's was friendly and accommodating. The pizza was pretty good too. Not the best pizza I've ever had, but I could be easily convinced to eat some more. Probably the best deep dish pizza I've ever had though, not that I've had many. The marinara was tangy and sweet, while the sausage was robust. The mozzarella, though good, was one note: too much.
6:33 PM
The mother of a family of five sitting on either side of me apologized profusely for her chatty and hyperactive kids. "Don't even worry about it", I said to the mother and father who insisted they were leaving soon. "This is kind of fun for me. It's good to see kids being kids. I really don't mind at all."
The little boy was busy playing with a small toy and the three girls were saying silly things. The one I presumed to be the leader asked "If I was a breed of dog, which one would I be?" Another child asked her what a "breed" meant. She, the dog breed in waiting, responded with good examples, more or less, but then gave a bad answer. "Like a golden retriever, a german shepherd, or labrador, but definitely not a mix." She decides that she would be a labradoodle. Definitely a labradoodle.
