In response to the e-mail updates from my Windy City friends Joe and Melissa (Joe being the oft-mentioned Caribou Coffee bigwig) about their 7 month old son, Liam, Vini (the oft-mentioned Sicilian Bluesman and my roommate) implored them to "feed this kid some real food - enough mashed turnips and shit, give that kid a pizza, willya?"
Not ones to turn away from solid parenting advice, they indeed heeded Vini's words and made the trip to Grand Ave (they didn't say specifically, but that sure looks like a D'Amato's sheet pan pizza) to get Liam some real baby food. It's never too young to start eating good pizza, and with Joe and Melissa (chowists and cooks at heart, if not LTHF members) as parents and Vini as meal planner, this kid is well on his way to being one of the most gastronomically well-adjusted children in Chicago (Lucantonio, of course, sets the bar rather high amongst the single-digit crowd). I'll let the picture speak for itself, but anyone who can think of some clever captions, New Yorker magazine style, should post them. The happy baby himself: