Sometimes my husband does horrible, horrible things. I mean, like some
But then he surprises me on my birthday with a trip to Disney World, and 88% of it is forgiven.
Recaptured the innocence of youth, experienced unparalleled joy, weather was like basking in the glow and warmth of heavenly light, blah blah blah. Most importantly: there was a Giordano's within walking distance of the hotel.
Giordano's is a Chicago institution; supposedly the home of the stuffed pizza for which the city is famous. We've been to the OG in Chicago, but apparently they've franchised throughout Illinois and Florida. So we were psyched to have happened upon a location while in Orlando.