Turning East on Foster, we hit the part of the walk where "Death March" started to have real meaning. Almost the entirely of the last 5 miles of the walk was due East, perfectly straight. Several points you could even see a vanishing point:
This part of the walk didn't have much food, but did take us through some interesting neighborhoods, like North Mayfair, which is basically a 1940s bungalow time capsule:
We did, however, pass this place, which made me wonder about the name. There's no "hill" anywhere nearby:
And this impressive collection of Satellite dishes:
But we eventually arrived on Clark, and headed up to our final destination: Great Lake Pizza
Great lake is a small place. Three tables, a small kitchen, and a single deck oven:
The place was full, and rather backed up in the kitchen, but I was able to talk them into slipping in an order for us. They let me know that Simon's Bar down the street a ways didn't mind outside food, so we eventually took the pizzas there.
We ordered two of their standard pizza's. Here is there #1 (Tomato Sauce, Dante Lamb Cheese, and Fresh Herbs):
And here is their #4 (Bacon, Onion, Creme Fraiche , and Black Pepper):
I'm saddened that the extremely low light level at Simon made for such poor photos, since these were amongst the best pizzas I've ever had (almost as good as Pizzeria Bianco in Phoenix).
After pizza and beers, we took the El back downtown (nobody was terribly excited about my crazy idea of just walking back on Clark....)
(I'm not done, I might as well do two followup posts on the other places we ate that weekend outside of the walk, including the pre-March dinners at Frontera
and Sun Wah
, and the post-March dining at The Publican
and The Gage