Indoor plumbing, the wheel, irrigation systems, the laptop. All revolutionary inventions.

Well guess what, they aren’t pizza.

Pizza es mi amor. I love it. I take it on dates. I eat it on dates. Is that morally wrong?

Having a bad day? Pizza is the answer.

Is pizza the reason America is obese? Of course not.

Last summer, I went to Chicago. I accidentally (on purpose) signed up to go on a three hour deep dish pizza tour of the city with my older sister. Hot tour guides + deep dish = win. We went to the original Pizzeria Uno, Gino’s East, and Giordano’s.

I’m no history buff, but I’m more than happy to listen when it comes to this topic. This one, glorious topic.

Blah, blah, blah, walking, talking, eating, the usual.

Giordano’s was the last stop on our tour. Yes, it was warm outside, and yes, I was full, but Gabe asked if anyone wanted to take the rest of the holiness-in-a-box home. Everyone pretended to be thin, and hid their desires for that beautiful combination of crust, cheese, and tomatoes. Not this girl. I raised my hand high, and he laughed. That’s when the sparks flew (just kidding). However, I did eat the rest the next day for breakfast. Great morning, and the best way I can think of to start a Saturday.

And you know what else? You don’t even need to go all the way to Illinois for some quality pizza pie. No, nuh uh, nope. You can go to Green Mill, Old Chicago, Dominoes, Pizzeria Lola, Pizza Luce, or Papa Johns, just to name a few. My personal favorite? Green Mill deep dish, half with feta cheese, half with goat cheese. Pineapple is another topping you can’t ever go wrong with. Don’t forget the extra sauce.

Sarah says there should be a 24 hour pizza place in every major city in America. AmIright?