Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder Kitchen
"Why don't we have husbands?"
"Perhaps because we just ate five dinners."
We stumble upon this wise insight concerning our upcoming old maidom while stationed at Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder Kitchen's bar. We are here chugging their generous glasses of tap water as we wait for our pizza pot pie to be ready. Against all odds, we have survived our near-death experience at Wiener's Circle, and we have the foresight, at least, to get this pot pie to-go.
|For Once in Our Lives, We Have Come to Our Senses|
|At This Point, A Wheelchair Or Two Would Also Be Useful|
|And In the Time It Takes for Them to Make It, We Completely Empty The Place's Water Supply|
|Perhaps You'd Like to Eat This Pot Pie and Rate It For Us?|
|Throw Your Napkin Round Your Neck, Cherie, And We'll Provide the Rest|
|Too Bad We Can't Produce the Same Effect with "WE NEED SOME HUSBANDS"|
|Breakfast -- Ergh, Fifth Dinner -- In Bed|
|So Many Knives, So Little Pizza|
|It's Amazing How Many Eating-Based "Second Winds" We Can Get in a Day|
|A Portrait of Midnight Snacking|
Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder Kitchen's Pizza Pot Pie: 4 stars