Now James, I know that since you live close to San Mateo, you have been to Windy City Pizza on El Camino and the 92. If so, that is truly the best of Chicago style pizza there is, bar none.
Now, in Reno, a new restaurant opened and called themselves Windy City Pizzaria with deep dish. We went there tonight to eat, and without a doubt, was the worst, repeat, worst pizza in our lives. This was a thin crust, thin pan, with heavy ingredients loaded, then covered with heavy sauce (cold sauce).
I could not hold back, I went to the counter and asked them if they have ever had true Chicago pizza ever? No they didn't. The person making it, well, it was his first. They even said, "it's a brick oven at 550. I said back "I am building a brick oven, and that doesn't make the difference to this taste. They even asked for 30 minutes to make it. I went to my wine expert a few stores down, bought a great 6 pack variety, then came to eat. Well, as I talked to them at the counter, this prissy hostess/ waitress kept saying the female owner was from Chicago. Like that makes the difference. I finally got tired of her saying it, and told her that the lady doesn't know Chicago very well, and that she doesn't know Chicago pizza. She was quiet after that.
Needless to say, dinner was free. Our little girl, who turns 2 in March, and eats ANYTHING, did not eat the pizza!
Now, in Reno, a new restaurant opened and called themselves Windy City Pizzaria with deep dish. We went there tonight to eat, and without a doubt, was the worst, repeat, worst pizza in our lives. This was a thin crust, thin pan, with heavy ingredients loaded, then covered with heavy sauce (cold sauce).
I could not hold back, I went to the counter and asked them if they have ever had true Chicago pizza ever? No they didn't. The person making it, well, it was his first. They even said, "it's a brick oven at 550. I said back "I am building a brick oven, and that doesn't make the difference to this taste. They even asked for 30 minutes to make it. I went to my wine expert a few stores down, bought a great 6 pack variety, then came to eat. Well, as I talked to them at the counter, this prissy hostess/ waitress kept saying the female owner was from Chicago. Like that makes the difference. I finally got tired of her saying it, and told her that the lady doesn't know Chicago very well, and that she doesn't know Chicago pizza. She was quiet after that.
Needless to say, dinner was free. Our little girl, who turns 2 in March, and eats ANYTHING, did not eat the pizza!
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