Every time I go to Eataly here in Chicago I get so inspired. I used to go to the Eataly in New York City and gush over pizza, the pasta, the whole thing...Mamma Mia! Then I visited the original Eataly in Turin and almost didn't leave. When I moved to Chicago and saw there was one just a mere blocks away, I knew I was in trouble. Needless to say, I go quite frequently. On my most recent visit, we purchased a huge loaf of bread that we are still working through.