As news broke here that Burt's would be closed for a while, it occurred to me I had not been there in a long time . . . a very long time. And I began to crave a Burt's pizza. As I have typically done in the past, I phoned early in the morning for my pick up order and picked it up just as dinner hours began.
The trek through the snow from O'Hare-ville took me through some nasty, messy streets, and probably an hour or more out of my way (mostly due to the snow). Traffic back to Lincoln Square was bumper to bumper . . . and the smell of the delicious Burt's pizza was slapping me upside the head. Eat me! Well, what was I supposed to do.
I figured I'd just have one little taste, so I tore right through the paper. Perfect. And then another little bite . . . and then another. All of a sudden, I became thrilled that traffic was not moving at all. I don't think I'm going to discuss how much of this medium sausage-onion pizza I ended up eating on the way home (luckily, very little ended up on my pants, car seats, etc.) And my craving was satisfied. And during my one hour drive from Morton Grove to Lincoln Square (normally, just about 20 minutes), I hardly knew whether it was 80 degrees and sunny or 20 degrees and blizzard-like conditions. Now how many pizza places can deliver that type of experience.
So best of health to Burt and his family and I hope I can actually arrive home next time with more than 1/2 of a pizza remaining.