Our new(ish) neighbors invited us to their Superbowl party yesterday. The husband, Fred, lived in Chicago for many years, and is a big Chicago Bears fan. So they encouraged their guests to bring Chicago-themed food items.

Chicago-themed foods?!?! What the hell would that be?

I know that many cities have foods that they're famous for. Philadelphia has their cheesesteaks, Boston has their damn beans, Houston has it's... uh... lard, and everyone goes nuts for San Francisco's famous sour sperm. Similarly, Chicago has deep dish pizza.

I think that's about it though. I've read that Chicagoans think there's something special about their hot dogs, but come on, it's a freakin' hot dog. Maybe they have fewer or extra rat feces parts per million, but I'm pretty sure you can find good and crappy hot dogs in every city of reasonable size.

Obviously not everyone was going to bring deep dish pizza though. Maybe some creative bastard would bring a meatloaf shaped like Soldier Field, and someone else would spell out Chicago using nacho cheese sauce. This clearly opened the door for Hank and I to bring a deep dish pizza from the best pizza place in the San Francisco Bay Area. Realistically, how many deep dish pizzas would there be?

Six. The answer was six.