A couple of local treasures to mention:
Jeff and I embarked on a festival of mozzarella and marinara with the most fabulous pizza crust I’ve ever had at Gambino’s Friday night, and I see now that their slogan — “The Problem With Eating At Gambino’s Is That You’re Hungry Again In Three Days” — is dead-on. I might well double my weight by next year. The deep-dish Chicago pizza is cheerfully lodged somewhere between Decadence and Debauchery on the Sensory Overload Guide, and of all of my guilty pleasures, it’s nearing the top of the charts. With a bullet. A rich, gooey, cheesy bullet.
We spent Saturday night at a lovely, quiet, charming bed and breakfast between Troy and Deary, and I’d recommend it highly. Burnt Ridge Bed and Breakfast has a King Suite in a 100-year-old farmhouse and two other guest rooms in a farmhouse down the road, and it’s private, spacious, and altogether delightful, with a breakfast that proved too much for this avowed non-breakfast-eater to resist. Great place, great time, and easy to recommend. Check it out at 835-5674. Dibs on the first weekend of November 2009.