Zipping into Chicago we were trying to beat
the clock to make it to Lou’s before they closed. After screaming
horrible things about whatever idiot decided to have automated toll
takers in Indiana which pay you back your change from a twenty WITH
COINS!!! No wonder the forty seven people in front of me took three
hours to get through the line. I’m becoming more comfortable with
the concept of public executions. We are going to miss it. But the
real truth is we are not…and we are dumb. We gain an hour from Ohio
to Chicago…time to spare. We arrive to a packed house. The location
on the South Loop is tiny but well put together. That was also our
first impression of the staff. Since the pies take 30 minutes; you
order while waiting for your table.
They were also gracious enough to have a thin
crust pizza sliced small to snack on while you wait. Terribly crisp
crust, a bright sauce, and load of cheese. We were sure to be in for
a good time.
Steph got the individual pepperoni with the butter crust and I tried the Malnati Chicago Classic with their own sausage and added some shrooms and black olives...makes everything healthy.We got seated ahead of schedule and thought we would try the Buffalou wings with a Gorgonzola sauce. After flipping through the menu we also decided to split a house salad. Should be way more than enough. Our server was engaging, energetic and likable. He was sporting a Sox tattoo on his forearm, so we kept quiet about being in town to see the opposing team give them a shot. The salad was much more complex than expected with a refreshing red wine vinaigrette.
Better than Expected Salad
All We Ever Saw of the Wings
Individual Pepperoni Deep...Oh the Crust!!!
The Chicago with Extra Veggies
The pizzas arrive next. Four slicers, loaded with all things pizza.
The menu states that the sausage is their specialty of the house. I
would be prone to disagree. While there is a load of it on each
slice, I found it too mild for everything else that is going on in
the pizza. Didn’t add much of anything in the way of flavor. What I
found to be the specialty of the house is the crust. It looks an
inch and a half thick but it is actually a thin basin of crispy
crunchity. It was as though we were eating pizza stew in a crusty
bread bowl. Seriously good. The cheese in these discs is ridiculous
and the veggies made much more of a contribution to the tastiness of
the whole project than the sausage.
Look at The CHEESE!!!
The Cobbler was...Well, Didn't Taste Like Much at All
So how were the wings? This is where things started to go awry. Our
energetic and likable server stayed energetic and likeable, he just
proved to be inept. It didn’t strike us until later that he had been
profusely apologizing to the table that was leaving. At one point
someone ran out with what was apparently our wings and asked him
which table…he replied with Oh Shoot! And she retreated with the
wings before we could catch her. He never stopped by his tables to
find out who was missing them. He did, however, manage to charge us
for them. When we pointed it out, he didn’t say a thing. Apparently
he had reached his quota for apologies for the evening. We also
tried to order a dessert but he returned some time later to let us
know they had 86’d the peach cobbler and didn’t seem interested in
anything except for getting us out the door. A shame really, he
started off so well. The rest of the staff appeared to have their
acts more together and they all move at a frenetic pace. The pizza
is good, the service iffy at best, but it’s hard to go wrong with
the deep dish at a classic joint. If you see the tattoo…you might
want to switch sections.
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