This little place was unbeknownst to me even though I had taken refuge in the west end for over 3 years! Even the locals have never heard of them so it begs the question "what's all the hype about? or is there even any?". Well fear not because this place delivers in surprising ways.
After an episode of You Gotta Eat here I was giddy to try this place out but of course the hour plus drive from Markham for pizza just wasn't quite worth it. On this snowy night I lost it and made the grueling trek out west. You can imagine the kind of expectation I have burdened this place with and how really special it must be to withhold that.
Mickey's is like deep dish Chicago style pizza only without the top. Imagine a convertible giant meat pie in a bread-like crust. This thing slaps you hard with bold flavours and lots of it. Meaty, cheesy, tomatoey, doughy, greasy, salty...it's like a juiced up pizza-head at the gym. Damn! This stuff is satisfying!
There's no finesse here, no fancy herbs flown from Italy or hand carved wood burning stone oven. This is just pizza, greasy, messy, way-too-much for your own good pizza!