10 thoughts on “Pizza”

  1. I have yet to experience good Chicago-style deep-dish pizza since I graduated from UIUC and moved away. I don’t miss the student-budget Pilsner beer tho.

  2. I’ve had “authentic” Italian pizza, both in the Naples area and in Tuscany. It’s quite different to what Americans think of as pizza. It’s a very thin crust , and it’s very plain; some sauce, plus maybe some cheese. I was not impressed.

    Italy has some of the world’s best food, though IMHO, pizza is not amongst it. (and even in Italy, the overwhelming majority of pizza I see is American-style, not Neoplolitan.)

  3. The closest to real Neapolitan pizza is new york style… thin, almost cracker crust, sauce (which may be good, or not), cheese.

    Not a fan of deep-dish….

    But I do like a nice thick-ish crust, a good sauce, good cheese (sliced, more than shredded) and a goodly amount of toppings…

    Rather not from a national chain, there are usually good local places around.

    1. So true. My dad had a Taiwanese friend who invited us to their home for dinner. We sat on cushions on the floor around a fine mahogany dining room table that sat about 18 inches high. The food was excellent, but it bore absolutely no resemblance to anything I’ve eaten in a chinese restaurant.

      1. The food served in most Chinese restaurants in the US are Americanized recipes. Different ingredients, different preparation, different customers. I eaten in restaurants in Beijing and really didn’t care for it. China is a large country and the food people commonly eat varies a great deal.

        Same goes with the pizza I tried in Rome. It wasn’t very good.

        1. On the other hand, I’ve eaten in a lot of local restaurants in Tokyo, and the authentic Japanese cuisine is absolutely exquisite – but very similar to that available in the US.

          Back to the subject article, I remember all of the pizza placed mentioned, and didn’t realize what the backstory was. I particularly like knowing what the origin of the name “Shakey’s” is.

          When I started as an undergrad at Purdue, in 1976, I was walking down the main drag in W. Lafayette one afternoon, and saw a “Help Wanted” sign on the door of The Pizza Keg, a one-off pizza restaurant. I went in, got a job, and it paid my rent and more than half of my food bill (we got one free meal per shift, and I knew how to make a sub that could last a day). It also got me in to some interesting situations delivering to girls’ dorms…but that’s another story.

          I’ve been back a few times since then, and Pizza Keg has long since ceased to exist – so sad, but even some of the innovative, upscale pizza places that sprung up along the main drag have disappeared (one pizza-by-the-slice place that was my favorite is gone).

          The one eatery on that main drag that I loved the best, though, is still there – the Triple X, which still has the best grill I’ve ever known. My wife and I (she, too, is a Purdue alum) were back in West Laff City in February of 2020, and I insisted that we have one breakfast at XXX. She had never eaten there, but liked it as much as I do. I recommend it to anyone who visits that town.

  4. I’ve had pizza in Rome, and I’ve had it in Napoli. The latter had very slightly thicker dough than the Roman one. I liked both of them.

    And I also like the much heavier pizzas from my favorite pizzeria here in MA.

    My dad first tasted pizza in the ’40s after WWII and he and a friend had to drive from Boston to Worcester to a place that served it. A novelty then.

    1. Do you know the name of the place? My parents were from Brighton and Newton (Upper Falls) and talked about having their first pizzas in Worcester (Woostah). I doubt they ever took me to it. We moved away to Utah when I was about 4 years old (in 1954).

  5. A California friend and I met for a business conference in Chicago, and went out of the famous local pizza. His comment, “I think I prefer real pizza.” I agreed, but my third wife is from Chicago, so I keep quite about it. Back in the day, I was involved with business interests worldwide. A client from Sicily served me what he said was an authentic Sicilian pizza one night. It had an entire fish inside it.

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