Deep Dish Depression

     So I'm sitting in the car as Previs drives us through Minnesota. We just crossed the Mississippi river on our way to South Dakota to see Mt. Rushmore. This is one of the days where we just drive. So I'm going to take this time to tell you a story...

     Once upon a time, a young couple pulled into a ridiculously overpriced parking garage in Chicago. The two had bright eyes and high expectations; to see a large metal bean, an exciting downtown, high buildings and interesting homeless people... but most of all the famous Chicago deep dish pizza. As the dirty road trippers  wandered the streets they met a tall black man with terrible oral hygiene who wished to share his insider's knowledge of the best places to see in Chicago, for a small donation to the Salvation Army of course. After some quick back and forth, the couple learned of a free trolley ride, a riverwalk, and the best deep dish pizza around... Uno's Pizzeria. There is was,  their mission laid out for them. Little did they know, nothing is free, Including information from some missing teeth.
     Trolley ride was a dud, riverwalk was a dud, even a $4.27 cookie from the one and only Hershey store was a big let down. The poor couple had one more thing to look forward to.... deep dish.
     Finally, they came to Uno's ready for some tasty tasty cheesy meaty globs of heaven from a pan. Into the Pizzeria they went, only to find a 45 min wait for a $22.00 SMALL. They left the place with empty stomachs in search of a cheaper alternative.
     Their dimmed eyes looking for something, anything of lesser value. There it was, printed on a pink 8.5X11.... “$3.00 SHOTS  $3.50 BEER” after a heavy chested Polish blonde made double sure of their foreign ID's, the Canadians were finally tasting the watered down local brew; Chicago Old Style. After wordless wandering in the loud, humid city it was about time to move along. Their dinner consisted of Walmart trail mix and cold can of Hormel's Chunky Bean Chili, the tired, drained couple finally retired to the make-shift mazda bed for a farty night of deep dish-less digestion.

-Rachel

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