I was born in Chicago, my family was from Chicago, deep dish marinara has run through our blood for generations. We moved to pizza hell 8 years ago. You say that cracker and wax and red stuff is pizza, no. So we bought our time with fast food pizza, and occasional trips to Chicago. It gave us that gum rubbing fix we could not get any other way. Yeah there are a few stuffed places here and there, but they were low grade. You know enough to get you by. But tonight the heavens opened up over pizza purgatory, there was a light. Faint at first have you tried this pizza, you need to try this pizza. What do these southern folk know about pizza. I was in Chicago this weekend. I could get it any where look on that corner it's Uno's, there Lou's, girrodano, the mom and pop place here and there, have you ever had Nancy's, they have pretty good pizza. Wait you said Nancy's they have one but us. The wife worked late and wanted dinner, I say let's try Nancy's. I try to order, I was out of their area, but at last my night in shining red and white armor. It was the 21st century, I did not need the companies people to give my pizza, some rando can spot...... huzah we march at morning light. I placed my order, it was was 60-88 mins. I can't even fly to Chicago in that amount of time. So we wait, times ticks by. Was it worth the delivery fee was it worth the tip, mind you in my day of delivering pizza we got on average $2 for a tip, and I get this man $15 for some thing untried untested or untrue. Woof woof woof all the sudden the dogs bark, lights enter the drive way, was it the wife, no, was it the oldest no, and the youngest nah basketball game is still goin. My taste buds dropped to the pit of my stomach, would the next 5 mins break 8 years of purgatory. We shall see, the steam came off the pie, like the steam off a perfectly calm mountain lake. You see what I did there got like all wicked serious. The cheese pulled chunks of sausage and mushroom got pulled away from my slice, I grasped at air to lend a hand the cheese needed to be with cheese the sausage would not leave a mushroom behind. Oh man that burned the cheese was still hot, but that didn't stop, I bit through a huge chunk of sausage and mushroom and cheese. All the sudden I am transported back to my youth, when we would drive up to my grandparents and meet them at the pizza place. It was heaven, it was my youth. Was the sauce my favorite, not really, was the cheese, sausage, mushrooms and crust in the right place at the right ratio yeah, so we will let it slide. Is it better than the pseudo pizza garbage in the area? Yeah no contest. read more