Well, we had nothing to do tonight. Nowhere to go, no place to be, no bowl games to watch, and for once my house is CLEAN! Tonight we felt like pizza so we decided to find a pizza place. I wanted something different, something we'd never had, so we decided to just drive around until we saw a place to eat. We drove over to Helena and the first place we passed was The Chicago Pizza Company. We stopped, even though there were only a few cars in the parking lot, and decided to give it a try. The place smelled WONDERFUL... like garlicky cheesy deliciousness. We were seated in a booth and as we sat down, the couple behind us was getting up to leave. They passed our table and the gentleman said, "It's DEFINITELY worth the wait!" So we were encouraged by that.
We ordered Diet Cokes to drink, caffeine and all, and when they brought them out I saw the ice and had to dive right in. I LOVE good ice. It can make or break a fountain drink, if you ask me.
They bring you FREE garlic bread with marinara dipping sauce and Daddy taught Mary Ella how to go in for the perfect dip.
And while I was busy trying to figure out how to make Mary Ella's hand stay still enough so that my pictures would not be blurry, those two rascals scarfed down all my bread. (Insert pouty-faced mother who doesn't know how she will make it the next 5 minutes without her carb fix.)
We ordered a salad to share, dressed with their homemade Italian, and it was equally wonderful. I am picky about my salads, too. I wish they'd had a Caesar, because I love to try Caesar salads at different restaurants and rank them accordingly :) (My favorites, in case you care, come from Jackson's in Homewood, Cafe Lazio in Hoover, and Ricatoni's in Florence.) This was the end of our salad because we gobbled it up too fast for me to remember I had a camera.
Their menu is full of specialty pizzas and pastas. They have true Chicago-style deep dish pizza, which takes 40 minutes to make, and a thin crust option too. We decided on a medium thin-crust pepperoni with pepperocini peppers. (Is it grammatically correct to say "pepperocini peppers?" I wouldn't think so. I feel like I am being redundant.) When our server brought our pizza out, I could have died and gone to heaven. But instead I put my face in it. And before I did that, it looked something like this...
It reminded me of skate center pizza. (And believe me, I mean that as the HIGHEST compliment.) I was the kid at the skate center birthday parties who always hoped that the other kids would only want cake and ice cream and would donate their slices of pizza to me... or look away long enough so that I could scarf it down without them noticing. I LOVE some skate center pizza. But I don't remember skate center pizza nearly this delicious, and cheesy, and gooey and cheesy... and did I mention it was cheesy? I'm talking, CHEESY.
I mean, REAL CHEESY.
SUPER DUPER STRETCH ARMSTRONG CHEESY.
We gobbled it up, even Mary Ella, who'd eaten about 7 pieces of garlic bread. We were happy customers.
"Do I have anything in my teeth?"
Hope everyone has a blessed weekend. If you're in the mood for pizza, call us! I'd eat it again right now!