The days we Chicagi'd

Can someone please tell me where the term 'Chicagi' is from?
When we first started seeing the Chicago signs MJ said: 'Hey look, Chicagi!' and it clicked in my brain that I'd heard it be called that before, I just could't figure out where. As usual, I tried google but my effort was for nought as my search showed up no results remotely helpful tomy quest. My confusion was compounded when I told mum where I was and the first thing she said was: 'Oh, Chicagi!?', I asked her what it was from but she couldn't remember either. If anyone knows, please, tell me where. I feel like it's from an animated film.

Anyway, Chicago. The so called 'Windy City' was very cold when we first popped in and we checked into our hostel after much confusion about where the actual place was (turns out it was in a different building). This room was terrible as it had absoultely no ventilation and it was right in the middle of the floor. It was too hot inside and too cold outside...
On the bright side, we finally got to see Sam Homan after 1-2 years which was awesome. He's picked up a bunch of canadian slang and he slips in and out of his australian accent when he says certain words, but he's still classic Sam. He took us to a pub where we all got horrendously drunk but that's a story for another time which should not be shared on the internet.
The next morning we ventured into the downtown area and walked down onto the Navy Pier, which was quite a sight to see. It was fairly long and was covered in retail gift shops and attractions which included a rather large ferris wheel, a mini golf course, a 'funhouse' maze which was very strange and a whole host of lake tour boat companies. Sam joined us for some rounds of golf and then departed as we took oir fateful journey to the famous 'Giordano's' pizzeria which served 'the best deep dish pizza in chicago'. It did not disappoint. I was bold and thought I could take on an entire pizza solo so I just got a small which had 6 pieces. The guys played it safe and got a medium to share. After a long wait as the place was packed (we were about to learn why) we sat down and got our pizzas. Gigantic was an understatement as my pizza was pribably bigger than my head and about as deep as my hands clapped together. They were also big on deliciousness. I managed to eat 2 3/4 pieces and ended up sharing the rest of mine around.
It was sp delicious Rhys overate and threw up.

The next day we did the tourist thang, venturing up the Willis Tower (the sears tower for those playing at home) and getting mega ear popping from an amazing 103 floors straight up. As the tallest building in the western hemisphere it completely topped (literally) stuff like the space needle in Seattle. We walked all the way down to the 'Fields Museum' to see the worlds most complete T Rex skeleton and browse the ancient relics from Egypt, Africa and Ghengis Khan (to our delight we found out that he invented pants). Our last day there was fairly uneventful as we made some poor visiting decisions. We saw a fair few malls and saw how shit chinatown was. We ended up in a bar with a very, very drunk bartender lady who kept overfilling the guys drinks with alcohol and she only ended up charging us 10 dollars for at least 120 dollars worth of drinks while putting her finger to her lips and 'shhhh'ing all the time. We gave her a hefty tip and headed off.

So that's Chicago in the books. As always, send me your love if you feelin' the love

Happy travels,
Love Reece