/ck/ - Food & Cooking

>>10660662

>wife’s son and I are driving to milwaukee to take part in the #blm protests
>realize that we'll be passing through flyover capital
>chicago (coincidentally, also my wife’s boyfriend’s hometown)
>time to make the memes come true
>stop at "lou malnati's"
>the server asks what I want
>I tell her (with a big smile)
>' '
>"sir?"
>stupid flyover doesn't even understand
>roll my eyes and tell her that i'd like one 'go 'za
>she still doesn't get it
>i'm at my wits end
>"i would like a deep dish """""pizza""""" please"
>i make 10 finger quotes when i say "pizza" and wink at her
>she takes my order and walks away, confused
>little lemarcus doodles on a placemat while i try and explain why the decline of the west is a good thing
>inbred WIDF flyover waddles out with our """""food"""""
>it's literally lasagne soup
>no wait, it's a tomato quiche
>actually, no, it's cheese soup in a bread-bowl
>regardless, it's the physical manifestation of flyoverdom, all of its unabashed whiteness and toxic masculinity
>i cut off a sliver and brace myself as i take a bite
>i prepare to vomit
>actually, it tastes decent
>it's really quite good, as a matter of fact
>i'm unironically enjoying chicago-style deep dish pizza
>mfw

Suffice it to say, I abandoned little LeMarcus at an Iowa gas station on my way back to California. What’s more, I’m considering not only firing our bull, but divorcing my wife altogether. I might even shave and quit my job as an indie game developer.

What the fu/ck/ have you done to me, flyovers?
My whole life is a lie.

Tell me about it.

>wife’s son and I are driving to milwaukee to take part in the #blm protests
>realize that we'll be passing through flyover capital
>chicago (coincidentally, also my wife’s boyfriend’s hometown)
>time to make the memes come true
>stop at "lou malnati's"
>the server asks what I want
>I tell her (with a big smile)
>' '
>"sir?"
>stupid flyover doesn't even understand
>roll my eyes and tell her that i'd like one 'go 'za
>she still doesn't get it
>i'm at my wits end
>"i would like a deep dish """""pizza""""" please"
>i make 10 finger quotes when i say "pizza" and wink at her
>she takes my order and walks away, confused
>little lemarcus doodles on a placemat while i try and explain why the decline of the west is a good thing
>inbred WIDF flyover brings out our """""food"""""
>it's literally lasagne soup
>no wait, it's a tomato quiche
>actually, no, it's cheese soup in a bread-bowl
>regardless, it's the physical manifestation of flyoverdom, all of its unabashed whiteness and toxic masculinity
>i cut off a sliver and brace myself as i take a bite
>i prepare to vomit
>actually, it tastes decent
>it's really quite good, as a matter of fact
>i'm unironically enjoying chicago-style deep dish pizza
>mfw

Suffice it to say, I abandoned little LeMarcus at an Iowa gas station on my way back to California. What’s more, I’m considering not only firing our bull, but divorcing my wife altogether. I might even shave and quit my job as an indie game developer.

What the fu/ck/ have you done to me, flyovers?
My whole life is a lie.

>wife’s son and I are driving to milwaukee to take part in the #blm protests
>realize that we'll be passing through flyover capital
>chicago (coincidentally, also my wife’s boyfriend’s hometown)
>time to make the memes come true
>stop at "lou malnati's"
>the server asks what I want
>I tell her (with a big smile)
>' '
>"sir?"
>stupid flyover doesn't even understand
>roll my eyes and tell her that i'd like one 'go 'za
>she still doesn't get it
>i'm at my wits end
>"i would like a deep dish """""pizza""""" please"
>i make 10 finger quotes when i say "pizza" and wink at her
>she takes my order and walks away, confused
>little lemarcus doodles on a placemat while i try and explain why the decline of the west is a good thing
>inbred WIDF flyover brings out our """""food"""""
>it's literally lasagne soup
>no wait, it's a tomato quiche
>actually, no, it's cheese soup in a bread-bowl
>regardless, it's the physical manifestation of flyoverdom, all of its unabashed whiteness and toxic masculinity
>i cut off a sliver and brace myself as i take a bite
>i prepare to vomit
>actually, it tastes decent
>it's really quite good, as a matter of fact
>i'm unironically enjoying chicago-style deep dish pizza
>mfw

Suffice it to say, I abandoned little LeMarcus at an Iowa gas station on my way back to California. What’s more, I’m considering not only firing our bull, but divorcing my wife altogether. I might even shave and quit my job as an indie game developer.

What the fu/ck/ have you done to me, flyovers?
My whole life is a lie.

>wife’s son and I are driving to milwaukee to take part in the #blm protests
>realize that we'll be passing through flyover capital
>chicago (coincidentally, also my wife’s boyfriend’s hometown)
>time to make the memes come true
>stop at "lou malnati's"
>the server asks what I want
>I tell her (with a big smile)
>' '
>"sir?"
>stupid flyover doesn't even understand
>roll my eyes and tell her that i'd like one 'go 'za
>she still doesn't get it
>i'm at my wits end
>"i would like a deep dish 'pizza' please"
>i make finger quotes when i say "pizza" and wink at her
>she takes my order and walks away, confused
>little lemarcus doodles on a placemat while i try and explain to him why the decline of the west is a good thing
>inbred WIDF flyover brings out our """""food"""""
>it's literally lasagne soup
>no wait, it's a tomato quiche
>actually, no, it's cheese soup in a bread-bowl
>regardless, it's the physical manifestation of flyoverdom, all of its unabashed whiteness and toxic masculinity
>i cut off a sliver and brace myself as i take a bite
>i prepare to vomit
>actually, it tastes decent
>it's really quite good, as a matter of fact
>i'm unironically enjoying chicago-style deep dish pizza
>mfw

Suffice it to say, I abandoned little LeMarcus at an Iowa gas station on my way back to California. What’s more, I’m considering not only firing our bull, but divorcing my wife altogether. I might even shave and quit my job as an indie game developer.

What the fu/ck/ have you done to me, flyovers?
My whole life is a lie.

>wife’s son and I are driving to milwaukee to take part in the #blm protests
>realize that we'll be passing through flyover capital
>chicago (coincidentally, also my wife’s boyfriend’s hometown)
>time to make the memes come true
>stop at "lou malnati's"
>the server asks what I want
>I tell her (with a big smile)
>' '
>"sir?"
>stupid flyover doesn't even understand
>roll my eyes and tell her that i'd like one 'go 'za
>she still doesn't get it
>i'm at my wits end
>"i would like a deep dish 'pizza' please"
>i make finger quotes when i say "pizza" and wink at her
>she takes my order and walks away, confused
>little lemarcus doodles on a placemat while i try and explain to him why the decline of the west is a good thing
>stupid WIDF flyover brings out our """""food"""""
>it's literally lasagne soup
>no wait, it's a tomato quiche
>actually, no, it's cheese soup in a bread-bowl
>regardless, it's the physical manifestation of flyoverdom, all of its unabashed whiteness and toxic masculinity
>i cut off a sliver and brace myself as i take a bite
>i prepare to vomit
>actually, it tastes decent
>it's really quite good, as a matter of fact
>i'm unironically enjoying chicago-style deep dish pizza
>mfw

Suffice it to say, I abandoned little LeMarcus at an Iowa gas station on my way back to California. What’s more, I’m considering not only firing our bull, but divorcing my wife altogether. I might even shave and quit my job as an indie game developer.

What the fu/ck/ have you done to me, flyovers?
My whole life is a lie.

>on the way to milwaukee with my wife's son
>we're going to do our part and support the local #blm protests
>realize that we'll be passing through flyover capital
>chicago (coincidentally, also my wife’s boyfriend’s hometown)
>time to make the memes come real
>stop at "lou malnati's"
>the server asks what I want
>I tell her with a big smile
>' '
>"sir?"
>stupid flyover doesn't even understand
>roll my eyes and tell her that i'd like one 'go 'za
>she still doesn't get it
>i'm at my wits end
>"i would like a deep dish 'pizza' please"
>i make finger quotes when i say "pizza" and wink at her
>she takes my order and walks away, confused
>little lemarcus doodles on a placemat while i try and explain to him why the decline of the west is a good thing
>stupid WIDF flyover brings out our """""food"""""
>it's literally lasagne soup
>no wait, it's a tomato quiche
>actually, no, it's cheese soup in a bread-bowl
>regardless, it's the physical manifestation of flyoverdom, all of its unabashed whiteness and toxic masculinity
>i cut off a sliver and brace myself as i take a bite
>i prepare to vomit
>actually, it tastes decent
>it's really quite good, as a matter of fact
>i'm unironically enjoying chicago-style deep dish pizza
>mfw

Suffice it to say, I abandoned little LeMarcus at an Iowa gas station on my way back to California. What’s more, I’m considering not only firing our bull, but divorcing my wife altogether. I might even shave and quit my job as an indie game developer.

What the fu/ck/ have you done to me, flyovers?
My whole life is a lie.

>en route to milwaukee to take part in the #blm protests
>make a stop in chicago (flyover capital)
>decide to stop in at lou malnati's with my wife's son
>going to try some '' ironically
>they bring the lasagna soup to the table
>i ask the server "are you kidding me? is that a joke?"
>literally the culinary manifestation of toxic masculinity and whiteness
>take a bite
>something happens
>i am unironically enjoying it
>it turns out that chicago-style deep dish pizza is actually fantastic
>everything i knew is a lie
>mfw

Suffice it to say, I abandoned little LeDarius at an Iowa gas station on my way back to California. What's more, I'm considering not only firing our Bull, but divorcing my wife. I might even quit my job as an indie game developer.

What the fuck have you done to me, Flyovers?

>>8009393
Nu-males from NY and California are a bit salty that Chicago is one of the largest exporters of their wives' boyfriends (hence the name of the local basketball team) so they vent this frustration by spamming "goza" and "flyover" memes with their wives' sons.