gleam wrote:The most unbelievably terrible pizza I have ever eaten, worse than any frozen pizza, worse even than airline pizza, was from:
Chubby's Pizza
1429 W 18th St
Chicago, IL 60608
(312) 829-5900
It is difficult for me to describe how unbelievably godawful this pizza was. From the half-melted flavorless mealy cheese; to the not-even-hormel-quality pepperoni; to the crust that Totino's would be ashamed to put out; this is the worst pizza I believe anyone will ever eat.
hungryrabbi wrote:In the spirit of the World Series of Poker, which was held this past week here in Las Vegas...
OK, Gleam.
I see your Pukey Pilsen Pizza, and raise you...
Sonny's Pizza
2431 N Western
(773) 772-1092 (phone number included only in the spirit of thoroughness....not to call ahead for a pie, for Christ's sake)
.......
Girl: Did you want to wrap that up to take home?
Me: No thanks.
Girl: Umm... did you want something else?
Me: No thanks, I'm just going to leave. Bye, now.
Girl: I don't understand... you're not hungry? Are you waiting for someone?
Me: No... (????) Thanks, goodbye.
Girl: Well, tell me!! Was anything wrong??
Me: (sigh) Sweetheart, I could shit a better pizza than that.
I left immediately but not hurriedly after I said this, much in the same manner as Michael Corleone, who walks rather than runs out of the restaurant after shooting Sollozzo and Capt. McCluskey.
How can anyone resist going to either of these 2 places after reading these well-written and alluring posts? Maybe I’m just a masochist and enjoy certain forms of culinary torture but deep within me, something tells me that trying anything potentially this bad will help me appreciate the few miracle workers out there and their culinary creations that much more.
We first stopped off at Sonny’s, where 2 Mexican friends of the manager were enjoying some menudo from nearby Danny’s (the old Jimenez). As we waited for them to warm up the cheese slice, the newly hired Hispanic manager was boasting about how he was about to add things like beef sandwiches, corndogs, etc. to this pizzeria’s menu. With the tasty looking menudo staring at us and this newly hired manager telling us about their nightmare plan, our slice arrived.
From my first and only bite of this thing, childhood memories of frozen pizzas (John’s, I believe) came streaming back to my consciousness. It was one of those moments that bring you down memory lane, much as a long lost aroma might do. This was a dead ringer for frozen pizza in every facet; the bland sauce, the totally flavorless “cheese”, and the inert pastry-like crust. If you look closely, the cheese isn’t even close to melted and the inner portion of the crust is totally uncooked.
As the esteemed HR pointed out, quite accurately I might add, this thing was utterly foul. To boot, these guys had the nerve to charge over $3 for the cheese slice. A truly horrible experience in every way. Nice call, me Reb!
Onto gleam’s version of Chicago’s nastiest, Chubby’s in Pilsen. I don’t know if it was because I was totally famished or not, but I have to admit that I thought these slices (sausage and cheese) had their merits. I don’t mean to claim that this is stellar pizza by any measure but I thought the plastic-y cheese actually had some sort of flavor and the sauce had at least a sweet element to it from adding lots of sugar. Like Sonny’s, the inner crust was completely and utterly uncooked.
Although Chubby’s was a far cry from respectable pizza, I have to say that on this day, it was on a par with literally scores of other Chicago slice pizza joints. The very fact that they melted the cheese, on its own, makes Chubby’s superior to Sonny’s.
I’m not insinuating that Chubby’s is useful for anything more than a post fully baked ingestion experience. Not by a long shot.
If you’re down and out and feel like punishing yourself, for whatever reason, check out Sonny’s. They’ll put the final stamp on that depressed mood of yours with flying colors.
Thanks, Ed and HR, for the 2 days worth of indigestion that I got after researching this post.