7 pounds of perfect

It’s been a fabulous couple of weeks since I last posted, so here’s what’s going on.

1) I turned 40
2) my birth mother adopted me
3) I got to eat Giordano’s Pizza in my home town

If you’ve been some place that advertises “Chicago Style Pizza” and it’s not Giordano’s, they are wrong. Plain old dead wrong.

OK, OK – I’m wrong.
There are a plethora of Chicago Pizza places in and out of Chicago. Most of them simply serve a deep dish pizza which for my money isn’t as interesting as a really good, very thin pizza.

Giordano’s serves stuffed pizza. STUFFED I tell you!
There’s a perfect medium crust at the bottom. It’s not too thick and not too thin. I’ll put it this way, you don’t feel like you’ve eaten an entire loaf of bread after just one slice of pizza, and you don’t feel like you had a cracker or a tortilla or something.

Then there are the toppings, or in this case – stuffings. On this my 40th birthday, I chose sausage all by itself. (an obvious metaphor to be sure) The sausage is perfect. It’s not some little crumbles nor is it a great ungainly patty like some other joints (Lou Malnati’s, Gino’s East). It’s a perfect nugget of perfectly seasoned pork goodness.

Another paper-thin crust seals in the 7 pounds of cheese (medium pizza) with the other stuffings and is then topped off with a generous ladle of perfect sauce. The sauce is neither too sweet, salty, or spicy – it’s just perfect.

That sucker is baked for about 30 minutes and then placed with love on your table. I always eat too much of it and make myself sick, but what a way to go.

My point is that this is Stuffed pizza – the way it should be. You can have all the Chicago pizza you want and it’s just not Giordano’s stuffed pizza.

…maybe it’s just me?

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