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| - I remember when I was a kid, sitting in my dad's car next to Convenient at Detroit and Lewis and spying Danny Boys Pizza. I begged him to get me a pizza, and we did, deciding on sausage as our topping of choice. "Other people can eat pepperoni, but real men eat sausage," my six year-old said as he stifled a laugh. I still remember the taste of that first bite, the aroma of the cheese and herbs and tomatoes, the smile that crept onto my lips.
Twenty-two years later, I saw the same look in my son's eye as he had his first taste of Danny Boys. He looked at me and said "Us men, we eat pepperoni, right Dad?" I stifled a laugh, just as my father had before me.
Personal anecdote aside, I'm deeply in love with this pizza, with this place. Maybe it's nostalgia, though people we've introduced Danny Boys to feel the same way we do: That this is, quite possibly, one of the most perfect pizzas ever.
The crust is thin, and still retains some chewiness. There's some dough to it, making it something your mother would probably want you to eat with a knife and fork. And then, there's the Crust, the part you hold and stare at fondly. It's the last piece I eat, and for good reason: It's the best part of a pizza, your mouth already inundated with cheese and spice. It helps clean your teeth of little bits that shouldn't be there. It's truly the Italian Toothbrush.
The sausage is amazing, too. A sweet, zesty Italian so good that it's at home both on top their regular pie, as well as their Chicago Style crust which is -- dare I say -- better than any other Chicago Style pizza I've ever had.
Don't like pizza? Fine. Eat the pasta. The homemade sauces are straight out of an Italian grandmother's kitchen. You'll feel your cheeks being pinched, and an older woman telling you "You-a don't eat-a enough. Come. I-a feed you!" with a smile on her face. The sandwiches are good, too. So are the fold-overs. So is the Woogie Bear.
Just stop reading and go to Danny Boys. You won't be sorry. Just be prepared to wait. The dining room is small. Or, do what I do: Delivery.
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