About an hour or so after we left the house, my wife got tired, and we switched places. She and Troy then crashed, while I jammed out to my music, dancing and driving down the road. By the time we pulled in after dark, I was starving to the point of death, so the first priority after checking in was to get me fed.
The guy at the front desk recommended a local pizza place called Rocky’s Corner, which featured Chicago deep-dish pizza. The food was phenomenal, only overshadowed by the amazing waitress we had. She was so sweet and polite with her Arkansas twang. And she treated my wife like a queen and constantly called her “Sweetie” and “Darling,” which went over well with the female part of our group.
After that, we went back to the hotel for an early night.
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