On my very last night in Chicago M. Lady came over and we ate pizza from Pete's Pizza. My parents and I also ate ribs but M. Lady being a vegetarian, well, she didn't participate in that nor did she participate in the two bottles of champagne my mother and I finished off (they had to be gotten rid of, I mean really). The pizza was half garlic and black olives and half artichoke hearts and black olives. The garlic was very much garlicky. I would actually recommend the pizza from Pete's but not the wings or the ribs. Nope. Sorry. Ribs in Atlanta are much, much better. And the pizza, if it has taken a while to get to you, really does improve with thirty seconds in the microwave. Champagne is always good.
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