We would be remiss to visit Chicago and not eat deep dish pizza. Refusing to settle for any old Joe’s version of the windy city classic, we went to the place where the stars get their fix – Gino’s East. Gino’s walls, benches and even seat cushions are filled with the markings of past patrons, including someone who was smitten with the latest “Harry Potter” movie.
Deep dish takes about 45 minutes to cook, so we started out with calamari and a salad.
The calamari were the usual fare, but interestingly enough they came with a side of cocktail sauce. However, we were still starving and a touch impatient – we’d finished the games on the kiddie menu and even drawn extra eyes and arms on the pizza man.
Finally dinner arrived – and it was huge.
We ordered a medium when we should have got a small. Two slices of the monster and Yoi and Gavin were toast.
The beast must have had 10 pounds of mozzarella baked under a tangy layer of sauce. The crust was more like a butter-soaked biscuit than pizza crust – and we mean that in the best way possible. The homemade, crumbly sausage was not spicy, but still tasty – it was recommended, but pepperoni might be better.
Will wasn’t feeling the pizza vibe, so he ordered spaghetti, which was covered with the same sauce as the pizza. He could only get through half the plate – not just the pizza is overwhelming.
A slice of Gino’s deep dish is heavy and filling, but it’s grossly satisfying as long as you don’t overeat. Oprah apparently loves the bacon cheeseburger deep dish, which sounded like a heart attack special. While it was a treat, we won’t need that urge to be filled again for some time. Walking out, the line to be seated was around the block.
Its popularity is well deserved.
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