For some reason I’m not tired at all today and I got up so early. Maybe it was the Limoncello I had at the Italian restaurant.
Wow what an amazing experience that was. The food was beyond delicious! I’m going to try to write out the details as it was quite some magic on how it worked itself out. On the way to Chicago Kisha was texting back and forth with restaurants we could go to according to the tour book. In the end there were two Italian ones left. A Mano and Spacca Napoli. I read both descriptions. I couldn’t really decide. The description for Spacca was all about pies. First I thought this sounds like a pizza place, but the description threw me off as I thought it’s dessert pies. Especially as I had one the night before and I didn’t much care for it. So I said: I don’t really want to eat pies for dinner. :-) Then Eric told me no it’s pizza. They are trying to be cute there. :-) Oh I get it! I didn’t know that as English isn’t my first language. Then a minute later the Dean Martin song That’s Amore starts playing in the car. In that song the words pizza pie are used. I’ve heard the song so often, but I guess it never registered. Then I knew ok that’s the place we all have to go. It couldn’t be more obvious. Decision was made. At the Hotel in Chicago and ready to leave around 8:15pm. Find out that restaurant is only open till 9pm. Guess what: The other one A Mano: Out of business. Who knew? Spacca wasn’t really close. About a 15 minute car ride and you never know how traffic is going to be. It looked like we were going to make it in time, but the closer we got, the stranger it got. No one believed that there is going to be a restaurant in that area. It got more and more residential. GPS said like in 200 meters you are at your destination. Couldn’t quite believe there would be a restaurant soon. Only saw an overpass for trains. Go under it and out of nowhere, the whole scenery changed and there were restaurants. It was the very first one. Wow! The restaurant was quite crowded. It looked like that mostly locals knew that place. We still got a table. Had Antipasto Misto and Prosciutto e Bufala as appetizers. It tasted so good. Totally authentic. I had an Orange Italian Soda to drink. After that the pizzas came. I had the Pizza Funghi. My mouth still waters if I only think about it. It was so good. For dessert I had Tiramisu and only one Limoncello. :) It tasted out of this world. Then I don’t know why, something incredible happens. Some guy who works there dressed all in white asks if we want some Italian Champagne. I forgot the name. He poured it into four tiny cute looking beer glasses. It was on the house. I asked if he is the Chef. He said no he is the dough boy. I simply felt like I had to return the favor and congratulate him on the amazing dough for the pizzas. I asked how in the world are you getting the dough so thin? I think he really enjoyed that. Didn’t I say earlier: Somehow things always work themselves out? I’m always absolutely amazed on how these little seemingly meaningless things really tell you something more, if you understand it. I was so grateful for that experience. I loved it. Everyone had a great time. I hope I’m not making anyone hungry here. :-) I probably could go back to this place every day. Oh that restaurant even has a nice website: http://spaccanapolipizzeria.com I just read the “Our Story” on their website. How cute the place opened on Valentine’s Day of 2006.
Ok, that’s it for now. It’s already today so I’m hoping there won’t be any new hotel adventures in the night or morning and that I can simply sleep.
Today I will be taking a Segway City Tour. I think this will be fun. I have never been on one of those things. So if you don’t hear anything from me anymore, well that means I crashed it. Ha Ha Ha.
I also realized, I didn’t go to any Starbucks. That’s not good. Now the Starbucks police is going to look for me and arrest me. LOL
Enjoy the pictures from today!
