Ah, Chicago Fire Pizza at the Palladio in Folsom—where the deep dish and thin-crusted delight is as legendary as the popular TV series "Chicago Fire"—where every bite brings a little taste of the Windy City, the place where I studied Podiatric Medicine and Foot Surgery, met my beloved wife Cecile, and started a story that led us to this moment in time.
But this visit wasn't just about nostalgia or pizza, or the chicken wings, Chicken Parm, spaghetti, and garlic bread we feasted on, it was all about celebrating our granddaughter Emmy's fourth birthday. She had a blast opening her presents with her big sister Lyla, who was just as excited as she was, playing with her brother Gus, and playing with Al and Kim's puppy, Honey, who may or may not have been hoping for a piece of pizza crust to accidentally fall at her feet.
Between the laughter, the cheese-laden feast, the berry cookie crusted cake with whipped cream, it was the kind of gathering that felt like home, no firehouse drama, just pure, joyful chaos. And honestly, I think our granddaughters, Emmy and Lyla, and grandson, Gus, and Honey might have just stolen the show.
