
I flew into Chicago a deep-dish virgin, and emerged a full-fledged, lip-smacking, Chiago-style pizza-lusting woman. I’m hooked.
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I knew about deep-dish (can’t say I’d ever had an authentic one); but that, the biting winds and Charlie Trotter’s were all I really knew about Chicago.
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