Delicious.
There is nothing like Chicago deep dish pizza. It requires a knife and fork to start, and then you cradle the edge in your hands as you finish eating.
Delicious.
And not found in Vancouver.
I had a realization though, while savoring a piece. I grew up on deep dish, and room it for granted. I understood why my Vancouver friends paid little attention to the mountains while I constantly remarked on their splendor and beauty. If it’s there, you see it every day or can eat it whenever you want, you take it for granted. It’s just part of your every day.
Move somewhere else where it isn’t even an option and it becomes a longing and then appreciated and savored when you get it again.
I didn’t inhale the slice. I savored it, letting the ingredients of dough, cheese, Italian sausage and green peppers mix and mingle. The spices, gooey cheese and thick crust were better than I remember.
Delicious.