Too bad this wasn’t ruled in an actual Supreme Court case. Chicago style Deep-Dish is like a fucking tomato and cheese cake. Delicious, yes, but it is not a pizza. You can’t just put feathers in your ass and call yourself a chicken.
You’re going to be the guy that, at your wedding, has a feast of greasy pizza and beer. Not a bad thing; I would approve.
When I hear about New Yorkers’ obsession with these flimsy, flat, greasy slices I’m dumbfounded. Regardless of names, Chicago’s pizza is superior. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to buy a new down pillow.