ok i love new york pizza.

i could eat it every day and not get sick of it.

and i love that

grease running down your arm,

scarf it down before you realize how many calories it is,

koronet is the motherland

feeling.

but

i must admit something.

{manhattan, plz don't h8}

i prefer chicago pizza.

as in,

i'd rather deprive myself for a month,

wait an hour for a table,

wait another hour for a pizza,

STUFF MY FACE,

almost chop my finger off cutting the crust,

and then repeat.

why's does it always have to come in second place?

:-(

my favorite french man adrien even flew across the pond just for a slice...

{adrien, don't look so scared}

a trip home is just not complete without some obnoxiously thick pizza.

{oh yeah, did i mention i'm home??}

xoxo

yeh

photo shoot/pig out sesh on location at uno pizzeria in chicago

{p.s. "uno chicago grill" b.s. that makes appearances in boston, new york, etc, ain't got nothin on the original.}

home

pizza with a fork and knife {is still pizza}