July 25, 2004
I’m laid over in Chicago. I got into the airport just under an hour ago, and the gate for my next flight was directly across from my point of entry. I looked for something to eat, and the shortest line was to Uno’s. I would have been willing to stand in line longer for something better, but everything seemed pretty fatty, so I ate my tiny pizza and did my best to enjoy it. I like Uno’s crusts, and I’ve never quite understood how to describe it. It’s not quite flaky, it’s sort of powdery. But that sounds awful, and it isn’t awful.