First night in the windy city: Chicago, Illinois.

Chicago was definitely a city that’s been on my list of places to see. However, due to their harsh cold weather (by California standards anything under 75 degrees F is cold), it was a major factor in influencing my decision of not coming to visit sooner. With decent flight winter deals, I could not turn away from this opportunity and bought my tickets (rain or shine, there was no going back).

I arrived late at night via Midway International airport and took the metro which dropped me off right in downtown Chicago. The weather, well, as expected it was cold (about 30 degrees F). My puffer coat I wore along with a beanie and boots certainly was doing its job in keeping me warm. It took me a couple of blocks to finally arrive at the Central Loop Hotel where I would be staying for the next couple of days.

The front desk clerk guided me through their online check in process and immediately provided me with my keys. My hotel room was small, nothing fancy at all but, it was central to everything I needed and that was more than enough for me. I settled in for a few minutes before deciding to brave the cold and get food.

I ended up at Giordanos, a restaurant known for Chicago’s deep dish pizza. The pizza was quite huge for my taste with layers of cheese and crust combined. I thought it was the most I’ve eaten pizza in my life but, it was quite good.

Note: Giordanos & Louminatis are Chicago's 2 popular deep dish pizza restaurants.

'The primary difference between deep-dish pizza and most other forms of pizza is that, as the name suggests, the crust is very deep, creating a very thick pizza that resembles a pie more than a flatbread. Although the entire pizza is very thick, in traditional Chicago-style deep-dish pizzas, the crust itself is thin to medium in thickness.'  
~ Wikipedia

After stuffing myself with the pizza, I walked around a few blocks to observe my new surroundings and tried to burned off all the cheese I had consumed. It was freezing and I found myself walking alone.

At first, I thought it was odd how quiet it was and not see too many cars around until I saw the Chicago river. The sight of it was breathtaking under the cool air. I took a couple of shots before heading back to my room and eventually realised that Chicago was 3 hours ahead from Cali. It all made sense now how I’ve been wandering around outside in the cold at 1am without people around. Silly me, I must’ve been tired from the flight.

To be continued…

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