Pizza, Five Ways

Eddie Pensier writes:

The best pizza in the world, as everybody knows, no longer exists. It is the pizza of your childhood*. That first magical bite sets the flavor, which you spend the rest of your life attempting to recapture.
–Ruth Reichl

Pizza, as much or more than barbecue, is the subject of passionate foodie debates. People are fiercely loyal to their favorites and will defend them against all others. Are people arguing from taste or merely, as Ruth Reichl suggests above, trying to recreate a little bit of their youth?

The biggest and most unconquerable divide may be between partisans of New York pizza and Chicago pizza. Now, this isn’t as straightforward as it may appear, because there’s different sorts of New York ‘za and different Chicago ‘za. New Yorkers love their coal-fired artisan pies with black-bubbled crusts, Italian tomato sauces, and fresh mozzarella, but they (and I) have a soft spot for corner slices, a super-thin crust topped with a modest amount of sauce and aged shredded mozzarella in even continuous layers. The outer layer of the crust should have a bread-like resistance, but still be pliable enough to fold lengthwise. One can even pile two slices atop each other and fold, in the manner of John Travolta in the opening credits of Saturday Night Fever.

Travolta_Pizza

Chicago, too, has thin-crust pizza, cut into little squares instead of triangular slices, as well as a stuffed-crust variant. But my purpose here was to try “authentic” deep-dish pizza, the sort that is (if the kvetching Windy City expats on Chowhound and Serious Eats are to be believed) supposedly available nowhere else. Deep-dish was absolutely, positively invented by Ike Sewell at his Pizzeria Uno in 1943. It was also definitively and without doubt invented by Rudy Malnati, Sr, while he was employed by Sewell at Uno. Like many things pizza-related, the claims are debatable and the familly loyalties (and rivalries) are fierce. (The original Uno still stands, and should not be confused with the vastly inferior franchised restaurants that bear that name.)

One thing’s certain about deep-dish: it would be unrecognizable to an Italian as pizza. It is an American dish, created to satisfy American appetites and love of excess. I visited two iconic Chicago pizzerias: Lou Malnati’s and Pizano’s, owned by Rudy Malnati, Jr. The menus at both places emphasize that a “small” is enough to feed two people, and that the pizzas will take a minimum of 30 minutes to prepare and cook. The reason becomes abundantly clear as soon as it arrives on your table: this is a helluva lot of food.

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Pizano’s pizza.

The crust is buttery and flaky in the manner of pastry, not only deep but thick enough to support the ABSOLUTE FREAKING MOUNTAIN of gooey, melted mozzarella which it contains. Unlike most pizzas, the toppings and tomato are added on top of the cheese, not below. A knife and fork are necessary for at least the first few bites, to avoid being buried under an avalanche of liquefied cheese. At both restaurants, the tomato is a chunky-ish semi-sauce with noticeable bits rather than a smooth puree as is more common. It makes for a better texture contrast with the gooey cheese and crunchy crust. Did I mention that this pizza has a whole lotta cheese on it?

Lou Malnati's pizza.

Lou Malnati’s pizza.

You’d better believe that this devoted NYC pizza partisan was pleased as punch with both these pies. Regional prejudices aside, this is still bread, tomatoes, meat and melted cheese, and you’d have to be a saint (which I’m not, rumors to the contrary) not to smack your lips with every indulgent bite. However, it’s a treat that even an ardent pizzaphiliac such as myself could only indulge in occasionally.

This is in contrast with NYC pizzas, which can be eaten frequently and even taken for granted sometimes. The “slice” style of pizza was shown to excellent advantage at Rosco’s in Crown Heights, Brooklyn: a red-checked-tablecloth joint which, despite being taken over by hipster dudes in untrimmed beards and trilby hats, makes a wicked ‘za that comes close to epitomizing the slice style. Travolta would have no problem accomplishing the “double” with these slices.

Rosco's pizza.

Rosco’s pizza.

For years, the coal-oven artisanal style was represented by the perpetually crowded Grimaldi’s underneath the Brooklyn Bridge. This article tells the story of how Pasty and Carol Grimaldi sold their landmark restaurant, then developed seller’s remorse and re-opened under the name Juliana’s, across the street from the current Grimaldi’s (Incidentally, Grimaldi’s had a line outside when we went, while Juliana’s was half-empty at lunchtime.) Words fail me when it comes to describing the Platonic perfection of a Juliana’s pie. I mean, just look at it.

Juliana's pizza.

Juliana’s pizza.

Yet another style of New York pizza, the “grandma” style is sort of a hybrid between deep-dish and Sicilian. The crust is crispy and nearly fried in texture, the cheese is sparing except on the edges where it turns golden and caramelized, and the tomato is chunky. It’s not as filling as deep-dish but is noticeably more substantial than the customary NYC pie. It’s generally found in Long Island and Queens, although this picture was taken at the redoubtable Dean’s on 85th Street, recently and tragically closed.

Dean's pizza.

Dean’s pizza.

New Haven pizza, also known as “apizza”, has a thicker and chewier crust than NYC ‘za. It’s charmingly and eccentrically free-form rather than perfectly round or square, and is served on paper-lined metal trays. For purists, mozzarella is optional, but I require cheese on my pies. This picture was taken at Frank Pepe’s Pizzeria Napoletana, and is (astonishingly) merely the “medium” size.

Frank Pepe's pizza.

Frank Pepe’s pizza.

*The pizza of my childhood? Vinnie’s and  Sal & Carmine.

About Eddie Pensier

Television junkie, opera buff, connoisseur of unhealthy foods, fashion watcher, art lover and admirer of beautiful people of all sexes.
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17 Responses to Pizza, Five Ways

  1. Tarnished says:

    Whew…thatsa lota pizza!
    I’ve got regional loyalty something fierce and adore my NY style pizzas, especially grandma ones. The thin and crusty bread, the thick slices of mozzarella, the chunks of tomato and onion, not to mention the drizzle of olive oil that makes it easier to smack ones lips…ah, now that is a pizza. People often think of pizza as a fattening, grease-laden junk food that helps cause obesity in kids and adults alike. Obviously they are settling for frozen crap and have never attempted to dine on a grandma style!

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    • Any food eaten to excess can cause obesity. 😉

      Agreed, as a NYC native I think my loyalty will always be to East Coast slices, especially the simplicity of a “plain” (cheese) slice. Especially living as I do in Australia, where a pizza ain’t a pizza unless it has at least three toppings on it. Recipe for greasy disaster! I remember ordering a ‘za in a small coast town and I asked for it “plain”, It was necessary to clarify that I did in fact want sauce and cheese, and not just a disk of bread. The guy sneered at me: “What are you, American or something?”

      I was polite and did not slug him.

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  2. peterike says:

    Great write up, great photos. But dude, stop saying ‘za!

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  4. Tony says:

    Travolta is eating a slice from Lenny’s pizzeria on 86th Street between 19th and 20th avenues in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Haven’t been there in years but the pizzeria is excellent and they have photos of Travolta in that same outfit on the wall, I think there is also a picture of Stallone from when they were filming the sequel.

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  5. What a heart warming and stomach growling post, thanks

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  6. Gavin Bledsoe says:

    Tried Lombardi’s. 32 Spring Street. Not worth your time. Long wait, small table with people bumping you. Underwhelming pizza. I’ve had better from a national chain.

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  7. Fenster says:

    The pizza of my youth in New England was more or less NY style. But somewhat later in time, as pizza became ubiquitous, the Greeks cornered a lot of the New England market and the product suffered. The crust is too well mannered–no out of control blotches and dark spots. And the Greek “House of Pizza” way is to cut the mozzarella with cheddar. Different, sure, but better, no.

    I like a good Chicago pizza well enough, but I am with you on the superiority of the NY style.

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  11. missberk says:

    Tony’s Baltimore Grill in Atlantic City, NJ. Da bomb, for maybe 75 years.

    Great piece.

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