Pizza: n; a flat, open-faced baked pie of Italian origin, consisting of a thin layer of bread dough topped with spiced tomato sauce and cheese, often garnished with sausage slices, mushrooms, etc.
As a 23-year-old American bred female, my primary food groups are: salad, apples, quinoa, carbs, soup, rice, avocado, and pizza. Okay, so these aren’t really food groups, but you get the idea. During the week I try to eat a generally well-rounded diet, you know grains, fruits, veggies, but the good lord knows that as soon as it hits 5:00pm on Friday the only thing on my brain is P-I-Z-Z-A. I’m a fiend for that pizza. I mean, I’ve always loved cheese (well actually as a child I didn’t, but I could see how the texture of cheese would be frightening to a child) but, basically, it’s my favorite food. So many varieties from thin crust, deep dish, extra thin crust, to stuffed crust, and a myriad of topping choices all kinds of meats, cheeses, veggies, and if you’re a real connoisseur, there is the dessert-styled pizza.
Moving to Chicago has only fueled my obsession. Pizza shops might even be more common than Starbucks in this great land! Though Chicago is famous for its deep dish, I’m more of a thin crust girl, deep dish, when executed correctly, is awesome, but only once in a while. Thin crust pizza is your everyday kind of pizza, the people’s pizza, while deep dish is for those special occasions. So, while my bestie boo and I were discussing our pizza adventures from the weekend I had a revelation: this blog needs to include a section devoted to pizza. Thus, the Pizza Files. Perfect for so many reasons, but mostly because it gives me an excuse to try new pizza places around the city and justify it as art. So I’ll start with our usual haunt.
The aforementioned bestie boo, Shooka (we’ve been awkward emo kids together since 2003 – she writes a super cool blog too), recently moved to an apartment mere steps from a pizza joint. I cannot tell you how many times we have crawled out of Shooka’s apartment at 1:30pm to sit on the barely-green-anymore benches in front of this establishment; we are its main mode of advertisement at this point. Its specs are laid out below.
Plazzio’s Pizza – Wicker Park/Bucktown
Ordered: 1 slice of Veggie, 1 slice of Sausage, 1 medium coke, 1 small basket of fries
Total: like 7 dollars
Quality: The pizza is strictly thin-crust, and the best word for it is decent. Though I don’t think I’ll go for the sausage again (mystery-meat consistency), the cheese, veggie, and pepperoni slices are always a safe bet. The only cure you’ll ever need for a hangover. Greasy. Cheesy. Sometimes hotter than lukewarm. However, they have lots of other food too! I’ve never tried it, but I’m sure it’s supremely decent as well. Basically, what I’m saying, is that we frequent this establishment because it takes the least effort, so if you happen to find yourself passing by, you could check it out, if you wanted to.
Ambiance: The location is probably my favorite part about Plazzio’s, but not just because it’s so close to my weekend crash pad. You have a choice between indoor and outdoor seating. The inside looks exactly what you imagine a pizza shop opened in 1993 would look like. The decorations some variation of red, green, or beige, to give you sense that you’re in an ‘authentic’ Italian pizzeria. The 3-tiered display case of pizza pie, the outdated cash register, the flat-screens blasting soccer. Then there’s the outdoor seating. You have 4 equally decaying picnic tables to choose from (also an assortment of red, green, beige, and graying wood), but the outdoor seating is the most fun. You’re near a blue line station and Western Ave; so on a Saturday morning you get your assortment of walk-of-shamers, families, and people on bikes, as well as irate drivers to watch. Or you could be like me and my friends and be the ragged set of twenty-somethings still in their play clothes making a scene.
Yelp: 3 out of 5 stars.
Alien classification: Not-Quite-Out-Of-This-World
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