My girlfriend, best friend and myself literally stumbled upon this place by chance; we were walking around looking for another place and I finally got tired and said "How 'bout this?". I will admit that I am not a fan of deep-dish pizza, favoring the Neapolitan style crust we make at home. For once I didn't get my way, being out voted 2-1 in favor of the Chicago style house specialty.
I griped that the pizza was going to take 30 minutes. I whined to my girlfriend that I didn't like deep dish. I told my best friend that his favorite football team sucked and I suspected he was gay. I stewed in the smoldering resentment of my own girlfriend and best friend betraying my superior knowledge of what constitutes good pizza.
Then it arrived.
Thick, perfectly cooked, thin wisps of motz cheese clinging for life as each slice was pulled away. In short, it was the fucking bomb. Even if you are not a deep dish fan (like myself) I would highly encourage you to try a pie from Windy City; just learn from my experience and don't say shit until you taste it.