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| - A few things I don't like discussing include my weight, salaries, and pizza. So the more New Yorkers and Chicagoans I met in Las Vegas that are fellow transplants like myself, the more difficult it became to avoid the topic of "P." Here's why.
1. New Yorkers & Chicagoans love pizza.
2. New Yorkers & Chicagoans love to talk about how terrible pizza is outside of New York & Chicago.
When my sister was visiting from out of town and mentioned she wanted to give Chicago-style deep dish pizza a shot, I decided I'd rather forgo a long lecture of how the sacrament of pizza-making is lost in this city and just find a place with relatively decent reviews. I was feeling pretty YOLO-y that day, so Amore it was.
The joint is located in the same strip mall as Naked Fish, and the signage is old enough in Vegas years to be called vintage. Don't write it off yet just because the exterior is not at all spectacular. Walking in, it felt like a neighborhood, Cheers-esque kind of a pizza parlor where I imagine people would converge after football games if we could just do something about our damn Rebels. The fam bam and I ordered two medium stuffed pizzas - one with pineapple/bacon, and the other with sausage/mushroom.
"Deep dish" and "stuffed pizza" were apparently two different options, but to be completely honest, I'm not sure still what the difference was because as far as I'm concerned, it's just A LOT OF CHEESE, whichever way you go. It was a "deep dish of cheese." Or, "stuffed with cheese." All I know is that if you are lactose intolerant, you are SOL here. The service was fast and friendly, though be forewarned - either of these pizzas generally take around 45min to bake. The crust was a little thinner than I expected, considering the motherlode of queso it was holding up, but other than that, this is the place for those that are looking to truly relish in the ultimate cheat day. Or looking to start their diet...tomorrow.
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