Lou Malnati’s Pizzeria
6649 N Lincoln Ave
Lincolnwood, IL 60712
(847) 673-0800
Ok - so I’m driving my wimpy-ass scooter to work a little over a year ago, in San Francisco. A large SUV-type soccer-mom-mobile cuts me off, hits my front tire, and screams off down the street. I go crashing in the middle of the intersection, my 200+ pound scooter on top of me, and my ankle shattered. I had to stay in the hospital for 2 days, have major reconstructive surgery on my broken ankle, and could not walk for 6 weeks.
What does this have to do with Lou Malnati’s? Well, a couple of co-workers know how much I love deep dish pizza, and actually sent me a care package - a 12 pack of delicious hot dogs, a deep dish Lou Malnati sausage pizza, and some barbecue sauce and pork roast, straight from the Second City!
On the first bite of the pizza, I knew I had to come to Chicago. I had to come to the famous restaurant that helped heal my reconstructed ankle. Seriously, this pizza had like, magical healing powers and all that crazy shiznit. I was seeing fucking flying pepperonis around, I shit you not!
Anyways, I come here, to this particular Lou Malnati’s, which I hear is the original. I order the same thing - a small Chicago deep dish pizza with sausage. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
It was good. Nay, not good, great. But not the best. On a scale of deep dish pizza, I would rate it above Due (and Uno) but below Gino’s East and Giordano’s. The sauce was dry and not, well, saucy. And the cheese was only plentiful, not quite excessive.
From the comfort of my tiny San Francisco apartment (and discomfort of my cast-encased broken leg) I thought the angels had beamed Lou Malnati’s pizza down to me straight from the heavens. Now I’m thinking maybe it was all the vicodin.
