Gimme the Damn Pizza

All I wanted was one simple Margherita Pizza.

The Wall Street journal had an article on pizza. In this article, they recommend the new "hot spots" for pizza in several major cities. (They glaringly omitted metropolises in Iowa for some reason) in lieu of the old favorites. I decided to go to this place. I even google mapped this place prior to leaving work.

The weather in Chicago was turning very bad by the hour. When I left work, it was raining fairly hard, but turning to ice/snow during my drive. WE were supposed to get 5-7 inches of snow. Thus, time was of the essence since I normally have a 40 minute commute, and on Friday at 5 pm with snow, almost certainly much more.

I get to the exit, I think is the one I am supposed to take at 5:45pm. I call in the order by phone, and they say it will only be 10 minutes. As I come to the intersection, I realize, I have been mistaking the street I'm on, for the one I needed to be on. I have a vague Idea where I need to go, but since I was in my wife's car (it has the baby seat and I dropped them at the airport this am), I didn't have access to the GPS system that I have in my car. I eventually get to my destination after making an ever widening spiral, at 6:30. I go to the bar to pick up my order, and they look inside their little Dominoes insulated box, and I can see there ain't no pizza!. They huddle together and come back to me with "It'll be ready in a few minutes" to which I gave a death look of Shiva. I said I ordered it 40 minutes ago. The look in the box again. No Pizza. "It'll be ready in a few minutes"

I ask "Do you mean it's already in the oven and it's almost ready, or you haven't made it yet and it will take another 10 minutes"

"We haven't made it yet"
Me: "Forget it. I'm double parked outside and I can't wait"

So, I go to another place, eat dinner, come home just as we really start accumulating snow around 8 15 pm.

I watched Mystic River and had a beer. Pretty exciting start to Bachelor Weekend 2006.