I had deep dish pizza today, and only two slices were enough to make me more than full.  Larry and Evelyn took me to Pizzeria Uno, one of those odd short stocky houses that somehow have not yet been razed and replaced by skyscrapers.  Now I can begin to understand why some Americans believe the pizza was invented in Chicago: they hear the correct phrase “the deep dish pizza was invented in Chicago” and through the natural process of forgetting details come to drop the first three words. 

We took the shoreline tour of the city’s architecture and were entertained by Kevin somethingorother, who explained the architecture, but also added tidbits of general interest.  For instance, there was a great flood in Chicago in 1993.  The flood was underground, because someone in administration had not awarded a contract over $10’000 to fix a leak, and so instead of just leaking the river – even more polluted then than now – gushed into old underground tunnels that led to many of the older buildings.  Aboveground: no flood.  Underground: 100 billion dollars of damage. 

I hoped to buy a hat at a store written up in the British Airways magazine, but all the interesting spots they wrote on lay 45 minutes from downtown, and it was rush hour.  So I went straight to eat at the Chop House, where I ordered their signature steak.  Have a look at the middle picture on the left on their website.  That is the picture I had seen and what I expected.  I sat stunned when the steak arrived: a 20-ounce steak covering my whole plate.  That’s over half a kilogram – I should have picked up a clue from the 32- and 64-oz Porterhouse steaks they serve, but I was too lazy to convert.  Needless to say, I couldn’t finish it despite its tenderness and tastiness.