James Lileks is a terrific writer, but when he writes a paragraph like this, you know he has spent too much of his life in the Middle West.
Disagree? Have any pizza recommendations worth driving across town to try? Want to defend that peculiar substance the New Yorkers call pizza, or get into a bitter slapping match over the merits of corn-based crust? Here you go.
James, sorry, if you want to talk pizza, start with Naples, not Minneapolis or even New York. But failing that, start with Nancy Silverton. And if you don’t know who she is – you’re disqualified from culinary discussion.
Three syllables:
Chi. Ca. Go.
There’s a reason it was called pizza pie.
Joisey beats Chi-town hands down.
Jesus, Roger… A couple days away from La La land and back in your native village, and you’re really into our faces. Lighten up Dude. It’s exactly Lileks’s Fargoesque simple-mindedness that makes us all love him so.
I just learned how to make pizza crust. With YEAST. To the amazement and admiration of my relatives.
For sauce, I used ‘salsa’. Which my Grandmother (raised in Ontario, lived in Alberta) always called “chili sauce.”
If you are going to carry on about Excellent Sauce, you really should put up a recipe. For me. So I can add it to my incredible pizza crust.
You’re all spelling it wrong. It’s “apizza”.
There will be peace in the Middle East before this argument gets resolved. Why don’t we pick something simple, like politics or religion?
Hole in the wall pizzeria parlors in New York are better than anything in the world!
I may be wrong, since I haven’t been back to the old neighborhood in about 20 years, but Mozza’s may be located in the old Dirksen’s Pharmacy building near the corner of Melrose and Highland. I remember the large apothecary bottles filled with colored water.
When I was about ten the pharmacist gave me a Voigtlander 35mm camera that I eventually took apart on our dining room table with a jeweler’s screwdriver from my Dad’s toolbox. Tiny little springs and screws flying everywhere. I actually got most of the parts back together and the damn thing worked.
I’ll have to stop by for a pizza sometime…
Hey, Buddy L. -
Would you like lens caps on your pie, sir?
“Hole in the wall pizzeria parlors in New York are better than anything in the world!”
Well, I’d agree with that Amuro, if not for the superior hole-in-the-wall pizza joints in Jersey…
That said, Chicago? Please, that dough-fest is like nuking a hot pretzel and pouring catsup (or ketchup if you’re of that persuasion) over it…