I was in Chicago this weekend visiting my homey Bob Carter and my sister Allison. Without leaving the taste of Chi-town behind, I scooped a large pepperoni and sausage deep dish pie to go. I left the resto with the pizza half cooked and specific instructions that I was to heat for 15 min at 425 when i got home. With 2 bags on my shoulders and pizza gripped in hand, I caught a taxi, hopped a train, booked a flight, and scooped my car all the way home to bmore.. pizza in good standing. For anyone who lives near a Chicago pizza joint, enjoy it. Because carrying a hot pie 600 miles in June is no fun.
