A Happy Meal at Uno Chicago Bar & Grill

I’ve eaten quite a few pizzas in these 35 years. Some really
good ones, some exactly the opposite. Some fat ones, some the size of zero.
Some oozing with molten cheese, some so dry that the Indian chapati felt softer
in comparison. Some absolutely fresh and aromatic, some giving away the
synthetic taste of canned marinara. Some just out of the woodfire oven, with
the buffalo mozzarella glistening against the cherry tomatoes and rocket
leaves, some sadly making do with tinned jalapeno, shrivelled up mushrooms and
stringy chicken.
Yes, I have had quite a few pizzas in these 35 years. But today I ate the best one of my life. A deep dish pizza that resembled a pie. Where the dough didn’t overpower the sauce and the cheese. A pizza that was invented at Chicago’s Uno Bar & Grill in 1943, and which has stood the test of time. Where the mozzarella folded in the chicken chunks perfectly without taking away from the flavour of the tomato sauce. And where, I could taste the tomatoes in the …
Yes, I have had quite a few pizzas in these 35 years. But today I ate the best one of my life. A deep dish pizza that resembled a pie. Where the dough didn’t overpower the sauce and the cheese. A pizza that was invented at Chicago’s Uno Bar & Grill in 1943, and which has stood the test of time. Where the mozzarella folded in the chicken chunks perfectly without taking away from the flavour of the tomato sauce. And where, I could taste the tomatoes in the …