In Chicago today, we were recomended Gino's East. It's famous for its pizza and signature scribbled walls. After lunch I signed my name. It's in the far back booth downstairs. My friend had the deep dish bacon cheeseburger pizza. Strangely, Chicago style is to layer the sauce on top of the pizza. The crust was unlike any, almost like a cornbread. The slices were so thick he used a fork. My house salad was juicy and finally, a restaurant in the mid-west that carried bottled water. We kept bumping each other because I eat left handed. Always have. Don't know why.