A Glimpse into the Life of a Pizza-Holic...
Hello, everyone. My name is Gabriel and I am... A Pizza-holic...
For the past three years I have pursued one of the most noble, distinguished, high-brow forms of food known to humankind. The pizza. In the Summer of 2008, my friend Jason (aka Soup) and myself decided that it was our duty as proud Chicago transplants, to go and explore the varied and remarkable world of the Chicago pizzeria. We soon recruited a few good friends and on the inspiration of the Brendan Small series Home Movies, we decided to call our new pizza eating posse, the Pizza Club.
We soon discovered however that indeed, a group existed going by the name of Chicago Pizza Club (www.chicagopizzaclub.com), so we decided that as our group is comprised entirely of cyclists and that bicycles are our exclusive mode of transport that we would change our name to the Pedal Powered Pizza Club of Chicago. My life has never been the same. Weekly meetings, riding every Wednesday has provided some of the best views of the best city in the U.S. of A; Chicago, Illinois. This city loves its pizza and will fight for it tooth and nail. Thick to Thin, Neapolitan to New Haven, Archer Ave to Andersonville, the pizza landscape in this city is immense. It is a slice of Chicago life that celebrates the complexity of Chicago history, the domineering entrepreneurial spirit of our restaurant scene, and the individuality of our neighborhoods that provide this city with the life that other towns covet.
So this is my charge, my mission: to become a premier connoisseur of pizza in a city that knows and loves pizza. It's a tough job, new places open and close on the regular (R.I.P. Jukin' Pizza, "Off the heezy for the cheesy"), but I believe I am up to the challenge. Watch out Chicago. I'm here, and I'm hungry.
Gabe
I have since edited pizza-haulic to pizza-holic. Thanks for the heads up. I apparently don't drink as much as I eat pizza. Or maybe I am in denial... Uh oh...
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