Took off on a jet plane to Chicago for a family visit. Naturally, I had food on the brain and was excited to dive into some authentic Chicago stuffed pizza. We were staying at my cousin’s house 30 miles from the city, and I hopped on the train my last day there to explore the city and get my much needed pie. I walked around downtown, not finding a single pizza joint. What the deuce? I thought there’d be one on every corner. I ask a local what his favorite pizza place is. He replies : “Giordano’s” I say ” that’s a chain right? I want something legit.” He says ” it’s corporate but still the best.” He gives me directions and I begin my trek.
By the time I got there I thought I was going to pass out. Boy was I starving. The hostess seats me, surprised I was there solo. The restaurant is busy, my favorite aroma is seeping through the air, garlic. The pizzas are served on silver pedestal like things and everyone looks extremely pleased. I wanted to be one of those people. I order a water and a garden salad and continue to look at the pizza selection. I create my own personal stuffed pizza with garlic, pepperoni, and jalapenos. The waitress tells me it’s going to take 30, yes 30 minutes to make this deep dish stuffed creation. I sit patiently and people watch, read my book. The pizza comes and it’s definitely meant for one person, but it looks delicious.
I smell the garlic and see the jalapeno, but where’s the pepperoni and the cheese? INSIDE. What? I thought the crust was stuffed.
Regardless, this pizza was scrumptious. I was very pleased, relatively well priced. I even ate the crust, which I rarely do. I sat next to 2 italians and they had heavenly looks on their faces, everyone in Giordano’s was in the same boat, except the staff, I’m sure.
Mi piace molto,
Chy