I’m pretty sure I died and went to pizza heaven during our recent trip to Chi-town.

And it’s a good thing I wasn’t counting Weight Watchers points because I’m pretty sure I was seriously off the charts—even with all the miles of walking we did downtown.

But temporary guilt aside, boy was it ever delicious!

Basically, Will and I decided that when it comes to Chicago’s beloved deep dish, having it only once simply wasn’t enough. You know, when in Chicago…

So after we went back to the scene of our engagement, namely the original Gino’s East and patiently waited the 45 minutes it takes to produce the gooey, cheesy, out-of-this-world goodness, it wasn’t 24 hours later when we decided we better try another one from Pizzeria Deux. You know, to compare and contrast…

And if that wasn’t enough to send my mild acid reflux into overdrive that weekend, we also indulged in stellar Italian food at Gioco the night before. After sampling their delicious calamari (some of our favorite ever, and we make a point of trying it wherever we can), Will ordered the octopus spaghetti (I declined his oh-so-kind offer of a bite), while I opted for the safer, but still incredibly delicious homemade tortellini with spinach and ricotta in brown butter sauce.

In a word: Yum.

After whipping up some myself in my recent pasta-making class, I knew exactly how much work went into it, which probably made me appreciate the delicate yet decidedly savory flavor all the more. And to top off what was already a phenomenal meal, Will and I shared a scrumptious mini caramel torte with caramelized bananas (cue sugar coma).

Also, just so you don’t think I had Italian food for each and every meal, I also discovered what might be my favorite scone of all time (save for any of Barefoot Contessa’s recipes) at Corner Bakery. Light, flaky (i.e. not the hockey puck texture of say, Starbucks) and just out of the oven with crunchy sugar sprinkled on top, the chocolate chip scones were so good that Will and I bought a few for snacking on later on.

They are so good, in fact, that I’m pretty much wishing I had one right now to dunk in my afternoon coffee. But alas, I’m back on the point-counting wagon, so it’s probably a good thing we don’t have a Corner Bakery in St. Paul. Oh, but how sweet it would be…