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NY Style Pizza vs Chicago Pizza (1 Viewer)

Which is best?

  • New York Style

    Votes: 210 70.2%
  • Chicago Style

    Votes: 89 29.8%

  • Total voters
    299
I would fold that sandwich before taking a bite of it.
but that kind of defeats the purpose of ordering it open-face.that's like when a restaurant serves your burger with the burger on one bun and the veggies (lettuce, onion, tomato) on the other. they expect you to put them together and make a sandwich out of it.

I didn't think that was the assumption with an open sandwich that comes with just a single piece of bread on the bottom.
Aaron...Don't let your pizza folding phobia fuzzy your mind. You would fold that open-faced gyro sandwich too.
 
Aaron...Don't let your pizza folding phobia fuzzy your mind. You would fold that open-faced gyro sandwich too.
I probably would, for at least part of it.But not if it was an open-faced turkey sandwich drenched in gravy.
 
FYI, Ignorance confirmed (at least by wiki):

Stuffed pizzas are often even deeper than deep-dish pizzas, but otherwise, it can be hard to see the difference until it is cut into. A stuffed pizza generally has much deeper topping density than any other type of pizza. As with deep-dish pizza, a deep layer of dough forms a bowl in a high-sided pan and the toppings and cheese are added. Then, an additional layer of dough goes on top and is pressed to the sides of the crust.

I think those from non pizza making regions should stick to giving dissertations on subjects that they might know something about. Like the cold and snow.
wiki :lmao:
wiki, confirmed by wifey (from Chicago), fwiw.Convo here:

Koya: Important question. (Edwardos) stuffed pizza has a thin layer of crust on top too. That's why it's stuffed. Yes?

MrsKoya: Yes. A thin layer of dough is added to the top and then pressed into the sides to encase the cheese. Sauce is put on top of that.

Why?

Koya: Cause people on FBG are clueless.

MrsKoya: (nonplussed)

 
The problem was that you took Koya seriously. Never take Koya seriously when it comes to discussing food. The man absolutely loves maybe one of the worst restaurants in Los Angeles if not the country.
This man speaks blasphemy. Great diner, better chicken strips. Worldworthy chicken strips.No beets on the salad, please.PS: A Rud is trying to sneak out of this with a technicality. If he wants to point to the "in half" portion of this whole folding conversation, I'll give him that and allow the conversation to end for him gracefully. Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
 
Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
65% of the people on this board don't fold their pizza.you know you fold it in half but are too embarassed to admit it now that all your NYC-style bros sold you out.
 
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FYI, Ignorance confirmed (at least by wiki):

Stuffed pizzas are often even deeper than deep-dish pizzas, but otherwise, it can be hard to see the difference until it is cut into. A stuffed pizza generally has much deeper topping density than any other type of pizza. As with deep-dish pizza, a deep layer of dough forms a bowl in a high-sided pan and the toppings and cheese are added. Then, an additional layer of dough goes on top and is pressed to the sides of the crust.

I think those from non pizza making regions should stick to giving dissertations on subjects that they might know something about. Like the cold and snow.
wiki :lmao:
wiki, confirmed by wifey (from Chicago), fwiw.Convo here:

Koya: Important question. (Edwardos) stuffed pizza has a thin layer of crust on top too. That's why it's stuffed. Yes?

MrsKoya: Yes. A thin layer of dough is added to the top and then pressed into the sides to encase the cheese. Sauce is put on top of that.

Why?

Koya: Cause people on FBG are clueless.

MrsKoya: (nonplussed)
That's a stuffed pizza, nimrod.
 
That's a stuffed pizza, nimrod.
that's what we were talking about.that top layer of crust must be really thin b/c I don't really notice it. I guess I don't get the stuffed pie very often though.
 
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Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
65% of the people on this board don't fold their pizza.you know you fold it in half but are too embarassed to admit it now that all your NYC-style bros sold you out.
Actually, you can't fold most pieces literally in half. For one, the crust makes it so you get some round to the fold and therefore don't go all the way, or if you have crisp enough crust, it would "snap" halfway if you really went in half. Neither works. Plus, you don't want cheese touchin' cheese. It's not a panini for goodness sake. Need to stop taking things so literally my friend.
 
That's a stuffed pizza, nimrod.
that's what we were talking about.that top layer of crust must be really thin b/c I don't really notice it. I guess I don't get the stuffed pie very often though.
I thought we were talking deep dish--you know, Chicago style pizza. Which does not have a second layer of crust.
there was a tangent on stuffed pizza.
Ah, never had it.
 
That's a stuffed pizza, nimrod.
that's what we were talking about.that top layer of crust must be really thin b/c I don't really notice it. I guess I don't get the stuffed pie very often though.
I thought we were talking deep dish--you know, Chicago style pizza. Which does not have a second layer of crust.
there was a tangent on stuffed pizza.
A tangent where A Rud professed that there was no second layer of crust. Emphatically. Other than not knowing much about Chicago pizza or NY pizza, he's really on top of things, though.
 
The problem was that you took Koya seriously. Never take Koya seriously when it comes to discussing food. The man absolutely loves maybe one of the worst restaurants in Los Angeles if not the country.
This man speaks blasphemy. Great diner, better chicken strips. Worldworthy chicken strips.No beets on the salad, please.PS: A Rud is trying to sneak out of this with a technicality. If he wants to point to the "in half" portion of this whole folding conversation, I'll give him that and allow the conversation to end for him gracefully. Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
From yelp:This place disgusts me. There's nowhere in this restaurant you can look where there isn't something gross staring back at you. When we first arrived we were seated quickly in a small booth near a window. The waiter put the menus down on the table and they were beyond sticky. They were gummy. I didn't want to hold it long enough to read it. I ordered a sandwich or something, and my husband ordered something else.After the waiter left my husband announced that he had a headache, which means, "don't talk to me for a while". Looking around for something to occupy my attention I noticed that the wall next to me was completely covered in tiny splatters of food and dried up drip-trails from some brown liquid. I stared at it for a moment fascinated, until I realized I was getting sick.I turned to the window, hoping to see some interesting passers-by. After a minute or two my eyes focused on the glass and I noticed that there was a dead fly smashed on it.I then tried focusing my attention at the other patrons. What I saw was a 150 year old man chewing slowly with his mouth open - some sort of oatmeal (or something he had chewed until it resemble oatmeal). His water glass was smeared and full of food. Next table was a woman in polyester pants with severe edema in her ankles (swollen and purple to the point of bursting). She was being yelled at by a woman in a black wig, or maybe the black wig was just talking real loud at her.
 
That's a stuffed pizza, nimrod.
that's what we were talking about.that top layer of crust must be really thin b/c I don't really notice it. I guess I don't get the stuffed pie very often though.
I thought we were talking deep dish--you know, Chicago style pizza. Which does not have a second layer of crust.
there was a tangent on stuffed pizza.
Ah, never had it.
Traditional Chicago Deep Dish is better, imo.But you don't fold it while eating.
 
A tangent where A Rud professed that there was no second layer of crust. Emphatically. Other than not knowing much about Chicago pizza or NY pizza, he's really on top of things, though.
:lmao:I may have been mistaken. Nobody eats stuffed pizza though.I prefer Bufalo pizza anyway.
 
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The problem was that you took Koya seriously. Never take Koya seriously when it comes to discussing food. The man absolutely loves maybe one of the worst restaurants in Los Angeles if not the country.
This man speaks blasphemy. Great diner, better chicken strips. Worldworthy chicken strips.No beets on the salad, please.PS: A Rud is trying to sneak out of this with a technicality. If he wants to point to the "in half" portion of this whole folding conversation, I'll give him that and allow the conversation to end for him gracefully. Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
From yelp:This place disgusts me. There's nowhere in this restaurant you can look where there isn't something gross staring back at you. When we first arrived we were seated quickly in a small booth near a window. The waiter put the menus down on the table and they were beyond sticky. They were gummy. I didn't want to hold it long enough to read it. I ordered a sandwich or something, and my husband ordered something else.After the waiter left my husband announced that he had a headache, which means, "don't talk to me for a while". Looking around for something to occupy my attention I noticed that the wall next to me was completely covered in tiny splatters of food and dried up drip-trails from some brown liquid. I stared at it for a moment fascinated, until I realized I was getting sick.I turned to the window, hoping to see some interesting passers-by. After a minute or two my eyes focused on the glass and I noticed that there was a dead fly smashed on it.I then tried focusing my attention at the other patrons. What I saw was a 150 year old man chewing slowly with his mouth open - some sort of oatmeal (or something he had chewed until it resemble oatmeal). His water glass was smeared and full of food. Next table was a woman in polyester pants with severe edema in her ankles (swollen and purple to the point of bursting). She was being yelled at by a woman in a black wig, or maybe the black wig was just talking real loud at her.
Had to be at the right time of day, but yeah. That's the place. It ain't for everyone, but as you can see by not cherry picking on review, it's a solid greek diner in a region devoid of straight up greasy spoon diners, and if you know what you are doin' there and are nice to the waitresses, you'll be well fed, and well fattened.Multiple mentions of best friend chicken ever. I wouldn't go that far, but it the strips were flat out awesome.:thumbsup:
 
The problem was that you took Koya seriously. Never take Koya seriously when it comes to discussing food. The man absolutely loves maybe one of the worst restaurants in Los Angeles if not the country.
This man speaks blasphemy. Great diner, better chicken strips. Worldworthy chicken strips.No beets on the salad, please.PS: A Rud is trying to sneak out of this with a technicality. If he wants to point to the "in half" portion of this whole folding conversation, I'll give him that and allow the conversation to end for him gracefully. Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
From yelp:This place disgusts me. There's nowhere in this restaurant you can look where there isn't something gross staring back at you. When we first arrived we were seated quickly in a small booth near a window. The waiter put the menus down on the table and they were beyond sticky. They were gummy. I didn't want to hold it long enough to read it. I ordered a sandwich or something, and my husband ordered something else.After the waiter left my husband announced that he had a headache, which means, "don't talk to me for a while". Looking around for something to occupy my attention I noticed that the wall next to me was completely covered in tiny splatters of food and dried up drip-trails from some brown liquid. I stared at it for a moment fascinated, until I realized I was getting sick.I turned to the window, hoping to see some interesting passers-by. After a minute or two my eyes focused on the glass and I noticed that there was a dead fly smashed on it.I then tried focusing my attention at the other patrons. What I saw was a 150 year old man chewing slowly with his mouth open - some sort of oatmeal (or something he had chewed until it resemble oatmeal). His water glass was smeared and full of food. Next table was a woman in polyester pants with severe edema in her ankles (swollen and purple to the point of bursting). She was being yelled at by a woman in a black wig, or maybe the black wig was just talking real loud at her.
Had to be at the right time of day, but yeah. That's the place. It ain't for everyone, but as you can see by not cherry picking on review, it's a solid greek diner in a region devoid of straight up greasy spoon diners, and if you know what you are doin' there and are nice to the waitresses, you'll be well fed, and well fattened.Multiple mentions of best friend chicken ever. I wouldn't go that far, but it the strips were flat out awesome.:thumbsup:
We were having lunch as a big group. One of us ordered a hot turkey sandwich. When our friend got it we were really surprised how unappetizing it looked, but my friend decided to eat it anyway. To what she had discovered that it was so salty that there was no way she could take another bite. So we got the waitresses attention and asked if we could switch it for something else. The waitress was really not pleased with our request and started arguing with us. After a while I could not take it anymore and tolled her that we will pay for it if she eats it. After screaming and yelling she finally promised to switch it for a half of some other sandwich... I will NEVER go there again and neither will any of my friends and family. The food is mediocre but people who work there are rude and unprofessional.
 
The problem was that you took Koya seriously. Never take Koya seriously when it comes to discussing food. The man absolutely loves maybe one of the worst restaurants in Los Angeles if not the country.
This man speaks blasphemy. Great diner, better chicken strips. Worldworthy chicken strips.No beets on the salad, please.PS: A Rud is trying to sneak out of this with a technicality. If he wants to point to the "in half" portion of this whole folding conversation, I'll give him that and allow the conversation to end for him gracefully. Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
From yelp:This place disgusts me. There's nowhere in this restaurant you can look where there isn't something gross staring back at you. When we first arrived we were seated quickly in a small booth near a window. The waiter put the menus down on the table and they were beyond sticky. They were gummy. I didn't want to hold it long enough to read it. I ordered a sandwich or something, and my husband ordered something else.After the waiter left my husband announced that he had a headache, which means, "don't talk to me for a while". Looking around for something to occupy my attention I noticed that the wall next to me was completely covered in tiny splatters of food and dried up drip-trails from some brown liquid. I stared at it for a moment fascinated, until I realized I was getting sick.I turned to the window, hoping to see some interesting passers-by. After a minute or two my eyes focused on the glass and I noticed that there was a dead fly smashed on it.I then tried focusing my attention at the other patrons. What I saw was a 150 year old man chewing slowly with his mouth open - some sort of oatmeal (or something he had chewed until it resemble oatmeal). His water glass was smeared and full of food. Next table was a woman in polyester pants with severe edema in her ankles (swollen and purple to the point of bursting). She was being yelled at by a woman in a black wig, or maybe the black wig was just talking real loud at her.
Had to be at the right time of day, but yeah. That's the place. It ain't for everyone, but as you can see by not cherry picking on review, it's a solid greek diner in a region devoid of straight up greasy spoon diners, and if you know what you are doin' there and are nice to the waitresses, you'll be well fed, and well fattened.Multiple mentions of best friend chicken ever. I wouldn't go that far, but it the strips were flat out awesome.:thumbsup:
AVOID AT ALL COST!!!!!!!! Terrible food and horrible service,Racist management, Wife found hair in sandwich and when she told waitress she angrily stormed off and told the manager that we wanted to return food,The manager told her to give us the check and get us the hell out of here.After over hearing that i went to talk to the manager and i asked him if he eats sandwiches when he finds hair in them,he then rambles on about" everytime you people come in here you give back food!!" We never ate there before so this guy was profiling us ,was a terrible experience and unless your 80 yrs old and have no taste-buds left theres no reason to go there .
 
The problem was that you took Koya seriously. Never take Koya seriously when it comes to discussing food. The man absolutely loves maybe one of the worst restaurants in Los Angeles if not the country.
This man speaks blasphemy. Great diner, better chicken strips. Worldworthy chicken strips.No beets on the salad, please.PS: A Rud is trying to sneak out of this with a technicality. If he wants to point to the "in half" portion of this whole folding conversation, I'll give him that and allow the conversation to end for him gracefully. Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
From yelp:This place disgusts me. There's nowhere in this restaurant you can look where there isn't something gross staring back at you. When we first arrived we were seated quickly in a small booth near a window. The waiter put the menus down on the table and they were beyond sticky. They were gummy. I didn't want to hold it long enough to read it. I ordered a sandwich or something, and my husband ordered something else.After the waiter left my husband announced that he had a headache, which means, "don't talk to me for a while". Looking around for something to occupy my attention I noticed that the wall next to me was completely covered in tiny splatters of food and dried up drip-trails from some brown liquid. I stared at it for a moment fascinated, until I realized I was getting sick.I turned to the window, hoping to see some interesting passers-by. After a minute or two my eyes focused on the glass and I noticed that there was a dead fly smashed on it.I then tried focusing my attention at the other patrons. What I saw was a 150 year old man chewing slowly with his mouth open - some sort of oatmeal (or something he had chewed until it resemble oatmeal). His water glass was smeared and full of food. Next table was a woman in polyester pants with severe edema in her ankles (swollen and purple to the point of bursting). She was being yelled at by a woman in a black wig, or maybe the black wig was just talking real loud at her.
Had to be at the right time of day, but yeah. That's the place. It ain't for everyone, but as you can see by not cherry picking on review, it's a solid greek diner in a region devoid of straight up greasy spoon diners, and if you know what you are doin' there and are nice to the waitresses, you'll be well fed, and well fattened.Multiple mentions of best friend chicken ever. I wouldn't go that far, but it the strips were flat out awesome.:thumbsup:
My partner took me here the other day for lunch because it's a favorite amongst our colleagues for one reason only. For them, it's not just about the food, it's mostly about the price (discount). That irritates the hell out of me because I'd rather have awesome food and pay alot more...but that's another story. I guess I more the trendy, clean modern restaurants. If I want to go to a diner, I like them clean, well kept..so what if it's a legend or opened for over 100 years. Sticky menus and dirty walls with subpar food does not go well with me. I had the turkey, bacon and avocado sandwich. The sandwich was greasy and the bread turned soggy real quick. The bacon was stale and the thick slices of turkey was dry. And for some reason my avocado and tomatoes were more than warm. It was sizzling. I guess they stuck the whole sandwich in an oven or something. let me tell you, warm avocado is not tasty. My partner ordered a salad with feta cheese. The waiter (an older asian guy) forget his cheese and when he was almost done with his salad, he brought it to him and was like you still want it. My partner out of courtesy said, ok. I looked at it and I said it is not feta cheese. It looked like cottage cheese. and it was. The waiter took his check back (he had already given it to us) and charged him for the little bowl of cheese. The wrong cheese. Ew. Maybe because he's asian because asian people dont' eat cottage cheese. or Feta cheese.
 
The problem was that you took Koya seriously. Never take Koya seriously when it comes to discussing food. The man absolutely loves maybe one of the worst restaurants in Los Angeles if not the country.
This man speaks blasphemy. Great diner, better chicken strips. Worldworthy chicken strips.No beets on the salad, please.PS: A Rud is trying to sneak out of this with a technicality. If he wants to point to the "in half" portion of this whole folding conversation, I'll give him that and allow the conversation to end for him gracefully. Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
From yelp:This place disgusts me. There's nowhere in this restaurant you can look where there isn't something gross staring back at you. When we first arrived we were seated quickly in a small booth near a window. The waiter put the menus down on the table and they were beyond sticky. They were gummy. I didn't want to hold it long enough to read it. I ordered a sandwich or something, and my husband ordered something else.After the waiter left my husband announced that he had a headache, which means, "don't talk to me for a while". Looking around for something to occupy my attention I noticed that the wall next to me was completely covered in tiny splatters of food and dried up drip-trails from some brown liquid. I stared at it for a moment fascinated, until I realized I was getting sick.I turned to the window, hoping to see some interesting passers-by. After a minute or two my eyes focused on the glass and I noticed that there was a dead fly smashed on it.I then tried focusing my attention at the other patrons. What I saw was a 150 year old man chewing slowly with his mouth open - some sort of oatmeal (or something he had chewed until it resemble oatmeal). His water glass was smeared and full of food. Next table was a woman in polyester pants with severe edema in her ankles (swollen and purple to the point of bursting). She was being yelled at by a woman in a black wig, or maybe the black wig was just talking real loud at her.
Had to be at the right time of day, but yeah. That's the place. It ain't for everyone, but as you can see by not cherry picking on review, it's a solid greek diner in a region devoid of straight up greasy spoon diners, and if you know what you are doin' there and are nice to the waitresses, you'll be well fed, and well fattened.Multiple mentions of best friend chicken ever. I wouldn't go that far, but it the strips were flat out awesome.:thumbsup:
Thumbs down.I vouch there is a reason their sign "LA's Best Coffee Shop" isn't credited. It's because someone is lying.
 
That's a stuffed pizza, nimrod.
that's what we were talking about.that top layer of crust must be really thin b/c I don't really notice it. I guess I don't get the stuffed pie very often though.
I thought we were talking deep dish--you know, Chicago style pizza. Which does not have a second layer of crust.
there was a tangent on stuffed pizza.
Ah, never had it.
Traditional Chicago Deep Dish is better, imo.But you don't fold it while eating.
Adam Richmond tried but wasn't really successful.
 
The problem was that you took Koya seriously. Never take Koya seriously when it comes to discussing food. The man absolutely loves maybe one of the worst restaurants in Los Angeles if not the country.
This man speaks blasphemy. Great diner, better chicken strips. Worldworthy chicken strips.No beets on the salad, please.PS: A Rud is trying to sneak out of this with a technicality. If he wants to point to the "in half" portion of this whole folding conversation, I'll give him that and allow the conversation to end for him gracefully. Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
From yelp:This place disgusts me. There's nowhere in this restaurant you can look where there isn't something gross staring back at you. When we first arrived we were seated quickly in a small booth near a window. The waiter put the menus down on the table and they were beyond sticky. They were gummy. I didn't want to hold it long enough to read it. I ordered a sandwich or something, and my husband ordered something else.After the waiter left my husband announced that he had a headache, which means, "don't talk to me for a while". Looking around for something to occupy my attention I noticed that the wall next to me was completely covered in tiny splatters of food and dried up drip-trails from some brown liquid. I stared at it for a moment fascinated, until I realized I was getting sick.I turned to the window, hoping to see some interesting passers-by. After a minute or two my eyes focused on the glass and I noticed that there was a dead fly smashed on it.I then tried focusing my attention at the other patrons. What I saw was a 150 year old man chewing slowly with his mouth open - some sort of oatmeal (or something he had chewed until it resemble oatmeal). His water glass was smeared and full of food. Next table was a woman in polyester pants with severe edema in her ankles (swollen and purple to the point of bursting). She was being yelled at by a woman in a black wig, or maybe the black wig was just talking real loud at her.
Had to be at the right time of day, but yeah. That's the place. It ain't for everyone, but as you can see by not cherry picking on review, it's a solid greek diner in a region devoid of straight up greasy spoon diners, and if you know what you are doin' there and are nice to the waitresses, you'll be well fed, and well fattened.Multiple mentions of best friend chicken ever. I wouldn't go that far, but it the strips were flat out awesome.:thumbsup:
This place smells like cat piss. And the food tastes like cats. maybe the cats pissed everywhere before they cooked them.
 
The problem was that you took Koya seriously. Never take Koya seriously when it comes to discussing food. The man absolutely loves maybe one of the worst restaurants in Los Angeles if not the country.
This man speaks blasphemy. Great diner, better chicken strips. Worldworthy chicken strips.No beets on the salad, please.PS: A Rud is trying to sneak out of this with a technicality. If he wants to point to the "in half" portion of this whole folding conversation, I'll give him that and allow the conversation to end for him gracefully. Least I could do, considering the guy doesn't even know how to eat pizza.
From yelp:This place disgusts me. There's nowhere in this restaurant you can look where there isn't something gross staring back at you. When we first arrived we were seated quickly in a small booth near a window. The waiter put the menus down on the table and they were beyond sticky. They were gummy. I didn't want to hold it long enough to read it. I ordered a sandwich or something, and my husband ordered something else.After the waiter left my husband announced that he had a headache, which means, "don't talk to me for a while". Looking around for something to occupy my attention I noticed that the wall next to me was completely covered in tiny splatters of food and dried up drip-trails from some brown liquid. I stared at it for a moment fascinated, until I realized I was getting sick.I turned to the window, hoping to see some interesting passers-by. After a minute or two my eyes focused on the glass and I noticed that there was a dead fly smashed on it.I then tried focusing my attention at the other patrons. What I saw was a 150 year old man chewing slowly with his mouth open - some sort of oatmeal (or something he had chewed until it resemble oatmeal). His water glass was smeared and full of food. Next table was a woman in polyester pants with severe edema in her ankles (swollen and purple to the point of bursting). She was being yelled at by a woman in a black wig, or maybe the black wig was just talking real loud at her.
Had to be at the right time of day, but yeah. That's the place. It ain't for everyone, but as you can see by not cherry picking on review, it's a solid greek diner in a region devoid of straight up greasy spoon diners, and if you know what you are doin' there and are nice to the waitresses, you'll be well fed, and well fattened.Multiple mentions of best friend chicken ever. I wouldn't go that far, but it the strips were flat out awesome.:thumbsup:
Thumbs down.I vouch there is a reason their sign "LA's Best Coffee Shop" isn't credited. It's because someone is lying.
Rating's Distribution Charts don't like my friend.
 
OK, no more yelp reviews. Seriously, i drove by the place a few weeks back and there was an argument going on in the parking lot. Only one car in the lot as well. Place is horrible. Dirty, nasty swill.

 
OK, no more yelp reviews. Seriously, i drove by the place a few weeks back and there was an argument going on in the parking lot. Only one car in the lot as well. Place is horrible. Dirty, nasty swill.
Haven't been there in nearly a decade, if not longer. Good memories though.Domiano's still on Fairfax? Speaking of getting a nice foldable slice, not easy to do out that way.
 
Koya, you're the guy who loves the new wendy's and thinks fatburger is better than in n out, no?
Don't love the new wendy's but its better than a ####in' whopper (the new fries are the suck though).And Fatburger IS better than In n Out. InO is for lemmings.
 
Have no idea what the name of the place is, but I agree with NipseyPlace sounds awfulHave you been there recently, Koya? Or is it all nostalgia?
It's been a decade or so, but if it's still around (and it seems that it is), my guess is it hasn't changed much. Greasy spoon diner. Could it have tumbled off a cliff? Sure. But place was always a little sketchy (although never had one issue regarding sanitary etc in my 5 years going there).I mean, it's not Norms.
 
Deep dish pizza sucks for the most part (Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder is the exception). Anthony Bourdain hit the nail on the head when he recently said on his show that no one who lives in Chicago eats dd pizza.

 
OK, no more yelp reviews. Seriously, i drove by the place a few weeks back and there was an argument going on in the parking lot. Only one car in the lot as well. Place is horrible. Dirty, nasty swill.
Haven't been there in nearly a decade, if not longer. Good memories though.Domiano's still on Fairfax? Speaking of getting a nice foldable slice, not easy to do out that way.
Damiano is still there. They opened that Pittfire pizza close to there that people love. Then there's mulberry street that's usually the go-to and if you want to get super fancy there's pizzeria mozza, the batali/silverton joint. Not close to the city but in better shape than it was 10 years ago. The burger explosion is in full effect though. Insane how many fantastic burgers there are out here now.
 
Deep dish pizza sucks for the most part (Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder is the exception). Anthony Bourdain hit the nail on the head when he recently said on his show that no one who lives in Chicago eats dd pizza.
That is the best pizza place in Chicago! So unique and I would love to see a New Yorkers reaction to that pizza. :thumbup:
 
Deep dish pizza sucks for the most part (Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder is the exception). Anthony Bourdain hit the nail on the head when he recently said on his show that no one who lives in Chicago eats dd pizza.
Pequod's is phenomenal.
 
OK, no more yelp reviews. Seriously, i drove by the place a few weeks back and there was an argument going on in the parking lot. Only one car in the lot as well. Place is horrible. Dirty, nasty swill.
Haven't been there in nearly a decade, if not longer. Good memories though.Domiano's still on Fairfax? Speaking of getting a nice foldable slice, not easy to do out that way.
Damiano is still there. They opened that Pittfire pizza close to there that people love. Then there's mulberry street that's usually the go-to and if you want to get super fancy there's pizzeria mozza, the batali/silverton joint. Not close to the city but in better shape than it was 10 years ago. The burger explosion is in full effect though. Insane how many fantastic burgers there are out here now.
There's some great NY pies in LA. Mulberry is good but I barely prefer some others. Santinos in Sherman Oaks, crappy service, great pie. Village and Joe's (owned by Greenwich Village legend Joe Vitale who spent over a year in LA tossing dough) both have a few locations and depending on personal opinion are right there or better than Mulberry. Newport Beach (Johnny's), or Oceanside (Brooklyn Boys), both really really good. But if I had to choose, Vito's on La Cienega does it for me. LA is literally littered with authentic New Yorkers making authentic pizza. There's dozens I haven't tried. Chicago style is also represented but not so much. Hollywood Pies is the joint for that stuff though. Excellent. It used to just be a commercial kitchen that only did business on the phone. You had to call them from a parking lot and they would bring the pies to your car. It almost felt illegal.
 
Sorry NY, traditional Chicago syle is better. I'm talking flaky crust, then cheese and toppings with the sauce on top. NOT lame deep dish where the crust is just thicker.

 
OK, no more yelp reviews. Seriously, i drove by the place a few weeks back and there was an argument going on in the parking lot. Only one car in the lot as well. Place is horrible. Dirty, nasty swill.
Haven't been there in nearly a decade, if not longer. Good memories though.Domiano's still on Fairfax? Speaking of getting a nice foldable slice, not easy to do out that way.
Damiano is still there. They opened that Pittfire pizza close to there that people love. Then there's mulberry street that's usually the go-to and if you want to get super fancy there's pizzeria mozza, the batali/silverton joint. Not close to the city but in better shape than it was 10 years ago. The burger explosion is in full effect though. Insane how many fantastic burgers there are out here now.
There's some great NY pies in LA. Mulberry is good but I barely prefer some others. Santinos in Sherman Oaks, crappy service, great pie. Village and Joe's (owned by Greenwich Village legend Joe Vitale who spent over a year in LA tossing dough) both have a few locations and depending on personal opinion are right there or better than Mulberry. Newport Beach (Johnny's), or Oceanside (Brooklyn Boys), both really really good. But if I had to choose, Vito's on La Cienega does it for me. LA is literally littered with authentic New Yorkers making authentic pizza. There's dozens I haven't tried. Chicago style is also represented but not so much. Hollywood Pies is the joint for that stuff though. Excellent. It used to just be a commercial kitchen that only did business on the phone. You had to call them from a parking lot and they would bring the pies to your car. It almost felt illegal.
Santinos i've had. Had Vito's early this fall, really good. Never had Village and Joe's. Is Johnny's the same Johnny's they have a few of around town? Johnny's famous New York pizza or something like that? If so, not a huge fan. They opened up this place Apollonia's kind of near me that's pretty great.
 
I think when it comes down to it, Chicago or NY, thin or deep-dish, foldable or knife-and-fork, what it really means is that we're all opposed to sex trafficking.

Amiright?

:)

 
'Aaron Rudnicki said:
'Koya said:
Millions of New Yorkers that actually know what the hell they are talking about)
if you want a calzone, order one and stop trying to turn your slice of pizza into one on the street.
Totally different taste profile, not to mention texture.I'll be sure to have a knife and fork ready for you and your pizza when we get a slice after 'Cuse wins the national championship.
nobody is telling you to use a knife and fork.just eat your slice WITHOUT folding it in half. why is that so difficult?
:goodposting: You pick up the slice of pizza in your left hand, thummb index and middle finger supporting and gripping the outside edge of the crust, ring finger bent over halfway down the slice, pinky bent over and supporting the slice about an inch and a half or so in from the point.Eat. I mean, why do I have to explain this???
 
Deep dish pizza sucks for the most part (Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder is the exception). Anthony Bourdain hit the nail on the head when he recently said on his show that no one who lives in Chicago eats dd pizza.
Pequod's is phenomenal.
:yes: Had lunch there last August - awesome. Favorites in no particular order:Chicago style pizza: Pequod'sBuffalo style pizza: Mr. Pizza on ElmwoodNY style Sicilian: Umberto's of New Hyde Park or L&B Spumoni Garden in BrooklynNY style Neapolitan: Umberto's or Spumoni Garden.Wood fired: Earth Bread & Brewery in Philadelphia.
 
What is buffalo style pizza?
Aaron or Tasker can correct me if I'm wrong, but from living there for three years (and not really discovering what makes Buffalo pizza great until Rude turned me on to Mr. Pizza as the places near UB are *meh* at best):Crust: Slightly sweet dough, thicker than NY neapolitan, bottom can be a bit crunchy from leaving the dough uncovered during the rise and folding the crusty parts down onto the flat pan before baking. This is a key in that the edges and bottom get a little browning/caramelizaton.Sauce: Well seasoned, a bit of a kick to offset the sweetness of the sauce. generally well represented rather than sparse.Cheese: Mozzarella and lots of it.Toppings: The classic is the tiny pepperoni, usually 8 or so per slice, a whole pie may have upwards of 50 slices, cut thin so when they bake they cup up and get crusty on the edges with tiny pools of pepperoni grease in each one.Combined: It all works together. Slight crunch then the chewy sweetness of the dough, sauce with solid amounts of oregano, etc., fatty sweetness of the cheese, and then the spiciness of the pepperoni. It's solid, soild good stuff.
 
I don't know how to describe it but its just awesome. The pepperoni, the sauce, and the crust all work. Mr Pizza, Just Pizza, La Nova, Abbott, Bella, Blasdell, etc. all very very very good.

 

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