Category: Family Fun

How We Survived The Blizzard of '79

Enjoy a rerun from January 2017 … just in time for Chicago’s next snowfall. Aunt Grace and Her Undying Devotion to the Chicago Transit Authority –  How We Survived The Blizzard of ’79 My Aunt Grace lived in the City of Chicago her entire life.  She loved the cosmopolitan atmosphere where she could enjoy different... Read more »

Ending An Obsession

September 27 ChicagoNow Blogapalooz-Hour Challenge: Write about something in your life you once obsessed about but now rarely, if ever, think about This challenge, above, was presented to us bloggers tonight by our ChicagoNow manager. We have one hour to write anything in regards to the posted topic. Here goes… Obsession. I thought about it... Read more »

In Addition to Tornadoes, Dorothy Tackles Hurricanes

Leave it to my mom, Dorothy.  There are so many places on Earth that can use her help right now.  When disaster hits, she immediately takes charge.  Dorothy considers a situation, makes appropriate plans, and leads the way to victory for everyone. Refusing to evacuate her Ft. Myers, Florida home during Hurricane Irma, my mom... Read more »
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The Time Dad Came Home With a Fire Engine

We didn’t entirely believe our dad when he told us he was purchasing an old fire truck.  Although he had a fondness for antique cars and motorcycles, my brother and I weren’t sure whether to believe he had gone off to add a 1939 Mack fire engine to his revolving collection. [check him out in the... Read more »

Our Kegger Was the Inspiration for "Risky Business"

You may think this is a bold statement I’m making here, but I assure you it’s not.  Back in spring of 1982 we threw a LARGE party, complete with kids from four area high schools, a keg with a tap that got stolen, Chicago cops and lots of days-after cleaning.  Not to mention the elaborate... Read more »

How My Mother-In-Law Survived The Blitz

Margaret’s Story Over 75 years ago, a young girl named Margaret lived in the city of Norwich, England, approximately 100 miles northeast of London. Since she was only 4 years old when the Blitz began in England, Margaret doesn’t have many pre-war memories.  Bombings were a common occurrence to her, and it barely seemed out... Read more »
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Total Eclipse of the TV

The call came in at 7:04 this morning. It was so quiet in our house, we could hear the early morning birds chirping and the sound of traffic off in the distance. It was the Abt Service Department calling to confirm our appointment today between the hours of Noon and 2:00 p.m.  Our 3-month old television... Read more »

Pizza For Breakfast

In honor of PIZZA FOR BREAKFAST's One Year Anniversary...

we bring you the original, deep-dish post.

[caption id="attachment_479" align="alignleft" width="169"]My original notes on the back of a receipt My original notes on the back of a receipt[/caption]

Enjoy and SHARE.  And go get yourself some delicious Chicago pizza.


The other day I had an reflective thought:  the mark of a good pizza is in how well it holds up for breakfast.  Many of us realize this when a Friday night dinner of appetizing pizza tastes even more terrific the next morning, when one is especially tired of cereal or English muffins from the weekday rush.  Thin, thick or deep dish pizza – it’s hard to choose a favorite. It was our dad who first introduced my siblings and me to authentic Chicago deep dish pizza.  We bundled up one December evening two days after Christmas to celebrate my brother’s birthday.  Dad promised us a delicious treat as he drove around the blocks – passing Medinah Temple at least two times – before finding a free parking spot.  In those days paying for parking was unheard of, at least in my father’s mind.

pizzeria-uno

We quickly walked in the cold winter air to Pizzeria Uno, only to find out we had a 45 minute wait for a table.  That was okay – we pre-ordered and stood in the hallway, shivering with other hungry patrons and thinking about what was ahead.  Finally the hostess called our name and we were seated at a tiny rectangular table, knocking chairs with other diners. Our parents ordered beer on tap while we kids were treated to a pitcher of pop (for good behavior).  Never mind that we argued over root beer or cola for several minutes, we still had time to kill before the food arrived. Finally it was our turn for dinner.  The pizza was piping hot as the waitress cut and served the slices out of a dark-colored, deep pan.  The cheese stretched from the spatula to our plate and we knew this was a meal that required a real knife and fork and serious concentration.

Holy Cow!

Delicious!  Chicago winter be damned!  We got deep dish pizza, baby, and this stuff is great!  Our dad did us all a favor by bringing us here, and we looked at him with renewed awe and respect.  This one was something to be cherished the next day when we told our friends about the best pizza ever, and it was right downtown.  Our dad was pretty cool after all. pizza Years later this eatery is still our family tradition.  I am fortunate to live near some of the best pizzerias in the Midwest.  When my brother travels to visit from the west coast, he takes the CTA blue line directly from O’Hare airport to the restaurant.  We meet inside, order our own beers on tap and look forward to a long, worthwhile wait while we reconnect.  Whether we love the memories or the food more, it doesn’t matter.  Because all is well. [Author’s note: makes an excellent breakfast the next day.]

Go.  Eat pizza with your loved ones.  And be sure to order extra for breakfast the following  day.

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How Aunt Grace Suddenly Joined “Food Series 2017”

Earlier this year I wrote about my Aunt Grace and her commitment to Chicago and its great transit system, the CTA.  What I didn’t provide was a little background on Aunt Grace and why she has (retrospectively) become such a good fit for this blog’s Food Series 2017. We had an aunt who was not... Read more »
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Riverview Amusement Park

I am posting a wonderful piece written by fellow writer CJ Martello.  Mr. Martello has written for Fra Noi and is the author of Petals From Roseland. Enjoy. RIVERVIEW – Written by CJ Martello When I was eleven years old, my family took the CTA bus all the way to Riverview Amusement Park at Belmont... Read more »