How to Eat in Chicago

After the Ironman, the "Louisville 6" (Nick, Jerald, Jesus, Renee, Trista, and myself) picked up a rental van and took a drive to Cincinnati where we took in a ballgame. The next day we continued north to Chicago where we were to watch a Cubs game from the bleachers, and break our 10 month steady diet of healthy food with an absolute onslaught of midwest delicacy's that could only be described as obscene.

Our first stop was Gino's East Pizza for the world famous Chicago Style Pizza. The five of us ate all of that pizza for lunch. Afterwards we took a cab back to the hotel to rest and re-group as we knew that we had a tall order waiting for us at Gibson's Steakhouse on Rush Street.

Renee ordered the Prime Rib which seeming came right off the side of Fred Flintstone's car.
This was easily the biggest serving of meat I have ever seen one person receive. Needless to say we all helped her eat it.

Jesus and I both ordered the "Chicago Cut" a 24 oz bone-in steak that was nothing short of amazing.

This turned out to be the best steak I ever had, no exaggeration.

Jerald was the big spender of the night, ordering the surf and turf. To say he was ecstatic is a gross understatement.

After the meal, the wine started to kick in with some of the patrons...

I opted for a just slice of lemon meringue pie and a cup of coffee. This is how they serve pie in Chicago...

And now it was my turn to be ecstatic...

The next morning we had breakfast in Wrigleyville. As teammates often do, when one would falter, another would sweep in and help the fallen comrade.
Just before our flight took off, I was able to finish Chicago's culinary Holy Trinity. Chicago Style Pizza, Steak, and finally a Chicago Style Hot Dog!!!

My kinda town, Chicago is!