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Nothing in my area after 2020. They all got greedy, switched to Sysco to save a buck, and now they all taste the same.
Ordering from Sysco is the same as going to a giant grocery store. Quality entirely depends on how much effort they put into it.
That said, I still get annoyed when I order at a high end place and I can tell they used some sysco pre-made sauce instead of their own recipe. Don’t get me started on pre-packaged hollandaise, it tastes like miracle whip.
Off the Bryn Mawr stop on the far North Side of Chicago, there was a little storefront called “Barry’s Pizza Spot”. They sold stuffed pizza* by the slice, and they almost always had one that sausage, mushroom, and onion. I sublet an apartment off this stop for a month one summer and ate this slice for dinner over a dozen times. The first time, it was the best pizza of my life. Two other times surpassed the record before I moved away. It closed a couple years later. My mouth is watering just thinking about it now.
*If you don’t know what stuffed pizza is, it’s the best of the three Chicago pizza styles. It’s stopped pretending to be anything other than a pie, and the cheese and “toppings” are all underneath a second, upper crust that’s prevented from burning by a top layer of sauce. One slice is a meal.
Does it not depend on hunger for you? I’ll honestly find the frozen pizza from Aldi to be amazing when I’m super hungry.
Apart from that I had really great pizza at an Italian grocery store in Dijon. They’re all the same after a certain point. It was also great somewhere in Amalfi
Aldis pizzas are passable, used to get the thin crusts all the time and jazz em up with sautèd veggies and extra cheese. Unfortunately, like most low cost items, it was hit extra hard when inflation price increases started ramping up.
I’ve actually started buying fancier frozen pizzas. The prices comparatively haven’t risen as much as they have for the cheap aldis za
Some place in Rone when I was about 10 on a trip with my parents. Cut out of a massive rectangle, ate in the street, it was memorable.
The first time I had Papa John’s with the garlic sauce. I guess I just like garlic.
A random delivery from a place I can’t remember the name of in Vancouver. The cheese was fresh and thick, the veggies were fragrant, the sauce was sweetly herbal with a hint of red wine, the pepperoni was perfectly crispy and the dough was soft and firm in all the right ways with that just-baked-bread earthy musk.
When I tried to order again they’d just shut down. That pizza was too pure for this world.
This
I dunno if it was the best, but the pizza that lives in my memory was a whopping 24" pizza from a local place. That’s over 450 square inches of 'za, or 11 square meters for the Europeans.
It was glorious, and took four incredibly high stoners about a day and a half to work through.
Not to detract from the glory of that pizza, but that’s more like 0.3 square meters.
11 square meters is literally the size of a bedroom lol
I was gonna say.
There’s a place just a 5 minute walk from me that does $10 any size up to 5 toppings every Monday… So my weekly extra large 5 topping pizza is the only pizza I eat now. I have no memory of other pizzas. (It is actually pretty good though!)
Damn man, frozen pizzas cost more then $10!
Imo’s in St. Louis is my favorite overall. Thin, crispy crust, square cut, Provel as the base cheese. It scratches an itch that all other pizzas don’t. I’d eat it 7 days a week if I could, hot or cold.
I’ve had pizzas with superior ingredients, made in fancy ovens, served with wine instead of cold beer, but if I could get any pizza right now, it’d be Imo’s black olive or veggie pizza.
Chicken Alfredo pizza.
Riip Pizza in Huntington Beach, California hands down
It was in a pizzeria called Da Michele in Naples. It does only Margherita and Napoletana. It is on another level.
Julia Roberts, in the movie, Eat, prey, love ate there.
Margherita at a random restaurant in Naples, duh
It was in a cellar in Genoa many many years ago. Fond memories
The best things in life are in basements.
