The interior was textbook Hogsalt: dim lighting and an intimate, almost conspiratorial vibe under a tin ceiling as the staff sang along to the latest Run the Jewels album behind the counter. I saw maybe ten or a dozen promising craft beers on draft, each with a pretty descriptive label above the wall-mounted tap handles - red IPA, pale ale, IPA, etc., but I'd been walking the dog, so I placed an order for two slices with pepperoni and arugula to go. I watched one of the guys by the oven dressing the arugula for my slices, which was a nice touch, and the slices were slid into topping-destroying paper bags a few minutes later. I ate them in a nearby park, so they were still hot and fresh.
The pizza was pretty blandcore, with perfunctory sauce and cheese; the pepperoni, sliced thick and curling into those cups familiar from skating rinks and county fairs, was meaty and had some nice fennel sweetness, but there was no crackling spice or heat about it. It reminded me of pizzas I've eaten in Dublin. The crust was alright - maybe a little thick for a NY slice, though it breaks on the first fold, the front half dragging off all the toppings from the half you're still holding, and you'll wish you'd picked up a knife and fork.
In the end, I paid $14.50 for two mediocre slices of NY-style pizza. Paraphrasing El-P, I must have been outta my goddamn mind.
Roxie's By the Slice
1732 N Milwaukee Ave
Chicago, IL 60647
(773) 987-6543