A while ago, my friends had heard about a restaurant in Columbia, Mo., that served "Chicago-style deep-dish pizza" and wanted to take me to try it.
Needless to say, I was skeptical. If you're from Chicago, you know that Giordano's and LouMalnati's can't exactly be imitated, now can they?
Oh, and this "pizza" as it was labeled on the menu, was disgusting.
Try taking the cheese out of a few dozen mozzarella sticks, slapping on something that resembles a "crust" and covering it with a microscopic layer of sweet red sauce.
We gave the leftovers to a homeless man we saw on our walk back home. I hope he enjoyed it.
Don't even get me started on St. Louis pizza. Yes, the city has its claim to fame on the Cardinals, toasted ravioli and gooey butter cake, but pizza? Cards fans, provel cheese doesn't belong there. And learn to make crust. It's supposed to be thicker than printer paper, for starters.
Since I've come to Missouri for college and have gone out for pizza, many of my friends will make comments about how I am a pizza snob because I'm from Chicago. And I'll be the first to admit it--I am. And so are most of my fellow Chicagoans down here.
But we kind of earned it. And if you're from Chicago, you've earned it, too. People from New York can be bagel snobs, people from the east coast can be seafood snobs, people from the southwest can be Mexican food snobs and you'd better believe people from Chicago can be pizza snobs.
Deep dish pizza, and even Chicago thin-crust pizza, is baked with a love that can cause a heart attack (literally). What's not to love about it's thick, yet flaky crust, juicy and hearty tomato sauce and gobby, delicious artery-clogging cheese, all baked into a pie-like surprise that appears in a cloud of steam on your white and red checkered table in downtown Chicago?
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