Sometimes it's hell for a New York-style afficianado in this city of short crusts, deep dish, thin, and stuffed.
I admit it; I like Pizza Hut in a pinch. As conspiracy theories enrapture my noggin, yet again I'm shot down; no store delivers "that far east." Meaning the lakefront.
The only consumer-friendly mass-marketed pie available in my neighborhood is that dreck Domino's; even I won't stoop so low. Awhile back it seemed we were gonna get a Papa John's(yes, yes, but I *learned* to appreciate them in college), which ain't bad for that genre. No go...they stopped mid-construction on a Division storefront and vanished; conspiracy theories, again.
Darkling agents conspire to keep me separated from the delivery of mass-market platonic ideal: decent-enough crust, pleasing thickness(nothing ridiculous), sensible array of toppings(no roof tile-ing of the pepperoni, thank you).
There's Papa Romeo's whom I actually enjoy; cheese with character, assertive(perhaps overly-sweet sauce...see: Papa John's), a deft hand with the accoutrement. Thing is, the s/o hates it.
Look, Chicago pizza has it's place. I will never be a fan, but the occasional deep dish slice(accent on the uno...so to speak) hits the spot. However, when I think *pizza* it's of East Coast derivation not the frankly-preposterous, Chicago product.
So, Papa Romeo's was out, Papa John's never opened, there's no Little Caeser's nearby(and the Chicago LC's are crap, anyway), Domino's is always ass, and the pothead Pizza Hut Wicker Park(at least when I lived in the neighborhood the delivery personel were classic stoners of a comedic stripe) won't deliver whereas many other restaurants similarly-located do. And they know they have an issue; apparently, people from my neighborhood call them all the time because they're positioned on the net as the closest location + delivery. It's been thus for years.
Anyway, hey! let's try Art of Pizza, they recently sent us a flyer and I've heard good things(yeah, yeah...only about the deep dish). Yeah, they're gonna be expensive, but, again, I've heard good things. They have pan!
(a quick netsearch reveals that those few nearby places offering anything other than the inescapable thin or deep dish, don't deliver, of course.)
Bad, bad decision.
Two pan pizzas two toppings each. "Wow! These fuckers are heavy!" I inwardly-muse, as I finish up with the delivery guy.
They...are...
Fucking alcohol sops...frat boy-stuff-yr-piehole overabundance. It's all dough. And short dough to boot. Blecch. When I think pan I don't imagine a leaden foccacia.
Pizza 1 had most of it's toppings stuck to the box interior from mishandling. But, that's besides the point(I could call and complain, however here we must deploy that "but, how were the portions?" chestnut). They have a remarkably heavy-hand with the pepperoni(not my thing...I don't want shingleing, just a slice here and there)...but were incredibly stingy with everything else(pepperoni+green olives on one/mushrooms and bacon on the other).
Beyond the absurdly, urf-y bread dominance and ur-pep there's the bland sauce and the kind of cheese so thick it congeals into an off-putting cement mere minutes upon opening of the container.
wtf?
I *think* I'm easy to please. Hell, I woulda done Pizza Hut for chrissakes.
Something simple, none o' this overwrought/overthought Chicago-style craptaculosity. No thin crust, no deep dish, no stuffed.
Sometimes I just want a friggin' pizza.
...did I mention it was expensive?
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Christopher Gordon on February 10th, 2007, 11:05 pm, edited 4 times in total.
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