About Will and Clayton's Bogus Adventure

Will Rappaport, known in the music world as Goodwill, has decided to part ways with the Gran Manzana, the Big Apple, the marvelous New York. The balmy weather, beautiful women, and constant budget crises of California now beckon, as do the promising prospects of the Los Angeles music world that we all hope will one day bring Goodwill fame and fortune.

To reach LA, Will has packed up the Honda Odyssey (pka Moby Dick) bequeathed to him by his parents, recruited his most trusted confidant and cousin, Clayton, and set out via our illustrious nation's parkways, turnpikes, and interstates on a journey destined to be studied, picked apart and critiqued for generations to come.

With this blog, we will share our experience --the cities and towns we pass through, the foods and drinks we consume, the curiosities we stumble upon-- as well as photos, updates and a daily poem.

We hope you enjoy.


Sunday, July 3, 2011

The Lou Malnati

Last night we arrived to Chicago and Will and I were determined to to find some of the city's deep-dish pizza.

With a bit of internet research, we found that just like New York, many establishments lay claim to the title of best Chicago pizzeria. Pizzeria Uno, which purportedly created the Chicago-style pizza, Pizzeria Due and Lou Malnati's were a few of the standouts that seemed promising. Influenced by proximity, we placed our chips on Lou Malnati's; a decision that immediately proved sound as we encountered a throng of eager clients outside the joint and a 45 minute wait (at 9 PM!).

To say the wait was worth it does not do justice to Lou Malnati's pizza. I ordered the eponymous Lou Malnati classic, a succulent concoction that almost appeared more a pasta dish than a pizza. The sauce, which was heavy in garlic, was divine, and the fresh mozzarella and Italian sausage were top-notch.

Will had the pepperoni deep-dish and it was equally delicious, though not quite as saucy as mine, which wouldn't have been a bad thing.

Ironically, Lou Malnati's encourages diners to eat with a fork (in truth, that's the only way possible), something that is sacrilegious back in New York.

Needless to say, we gobbled up our six-inch pizzas, but what was surprising was how full this left us.

On another note, a special thanks to Ali Kassahun for his suggestions regarding our blog.






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