Chicago / Boston Marathon double race report, part 2: Food porn, part 1

While I was snacking a little bit throughout the day, with all of the running around between both Boston and Chicago and their respective expos, I never managed to have a lunch. (I didn't have much of a breakfast before leaving, either.) So, needless to say, I was *hungry* by the time I was making my way back to my hostel.

Well, thankfully I looked up where some of the best Chicago pizza is located. (NOTE: I'm a New Yorker. Nothing will ever replace a great slice from a New York pizza joint, but when in Chicago...) Lucky for me, my hostel was literally one block away from one of the Giordano's franchises. It was just the right time where it wasn't all that busy inside. 

Sure, it was a 45-minute wait while they baked the pizza, even for the personal-sized like I got (it's well-advertised that's how long it is supposed to take; no surprise, there), but, boy was it worth it!

This photo doesn't really do it justice. Oh, when that was dropped off at my table, the aroma... You can't necessarily tell from the photo, but I got my pizza with both sausage and bacon. And, wow, was it wonderful. Sure, part of the reaction was likely due to sheer hunger. But this was genuinely great Chicago-style pizza. If you're ever in Chicago, make it a point to take the time to go to Giordano's.