Dan Perlman
Google
A true deep-dish pizza, still sizzling from the oven, was unceremoniously dumped on the table. Even from just the smell I could tell I was in for a treat. The crust was near perfect, a little crispy and crunchy on the bottom and edges, soft but not doughy above. Plenty of toppings – thick slices of ripe tomatoes, rings of onions, longaniza sausage, herbs, spices, garlic, and… good quality, gooey, stringy, and not oily, mozzarella cheese. I think we finished off the pizza before he’d made it back to his waiter station. I’ve never been fond of the service in the place, which always feels a bit condescending and often bordering on rude.