I'll Have the Yellow Fin Pizza, Please, Hold the Anchovies

There's a place with two locations in Chicago called Tomato Head. They have my new favorite thing to lunch on -- barbecued chicken pizza.  Boy is it good.  Hmmm mmmm.  Today at work, I popped for one. Since there were a lot of people, I also threw in one of their Gut Busters for the young guys and a plain cheese one too, in case someone female claimed she was "dieting."  I, personally, packed away four pieces.  That's four square pieces, the way we cut pizza here in Chi-town, not those huge soggy pie shaped wedges they give you in New York.  Did I say hmmmm mmmm yet?  Except for one thing.  I'm going out to dinner tonight for a late birthday celebration with my daughters. The pizza was enough to tide me over until Thanksgiving, so I would probably just get a salad after such a big lunch. But we're going out for my most favorite meal of all -- SUSHI. Dead raw fish, could anything be more appetizing? Hmmmm mmmm. Ah, yes, I can hear people in landlocked towns who read this journal heading for the toilet.

I can't wait. For the sushi, not for you to get back from the toilet.

Two of my favorite meals. Both in one day. I also like the entire left side of the menu at Gene and Georgetti's, and the specials at Kiki's. So much food, so little Zantac.