Friday, November 23, 2007

Chicago Pizza and its accompanying Pride

Second City Comedy Theater. Third Coast International Audio Festival. Even in its own naming conventions, Chicago appropriates and recoins its second-class status in pop culture and the American zeitgeist. I write today in praise of my home, Chicago (more accurately, Chicagoland) and its native cuisine, the deep dish pizza.

Snobbish East-coast foodies malign it, Grinnell-alum and New York Eater Ed Levine disparages it as merely a “casserole” and apart from the garish “Pizzaria Uno” on Sixth Avenue, pizza with substance, pizza that puts up a fight, is conspicuously absent from such a haughtily self-described “diverse” food scene. Indeed, the cornmeal-bottomed wet cracker New York passes off as pizza can make one desperate: searching for a proper substitute in a time of need, I was once swindled by La Villa Pizzaria in Park Slope, which peddles a dry calzone in a pan for thirty-five dollars.

What is a native Chicagoan to do for pizza in prissy NYC? I went back home this past weekend to first, consume the savory ambrosia in a pan, and second, to unlock its secrets so that I might expose native New Yorkers to true deepdish nirvana, therefore elevating its public profile.

Like asking New Englanders what makes a “good” lobster roll, posing the question “Who makes the best deep dish” to a native Chicago crew is certain conversation TNT. I will always be partial to Ferentino’s, where I waitressed as a teenager, and of course, “stuffed” advocates will champion Giordano’s as the pizza of record. However, city-wide, many if not most will cite Lou Malnati’s as the commonly-agreed upon favorite. I have ordered it from afar and had it delivered packed in dry ice, I have sent doubters there who came back converted. It is my favorite, the taste I pine for when I am homesick, and where I headed to find out what makes it so gosh darn addictive.

Malnati’s is a family venture, handed down through members since it was first created in 1943. When I spoke to local manager Shaun, he relayed that to this day, Malnati family members are involved in all aspects of the business, from the marketing materials inside the store to (and this is from the web site) meeting with the tomato farmers in California each year.

Shaun was kind enough to let me watch the pizza assembly process in the remarkably squeaky-clean kitchen. First the dough, which rises and gathers flavor for 24 hours, is patted out into the deepdish pan:

Second comes the toppings, and of course that means cheese and Italian sausage. It helps foreigners to think of deepdish assembly like a layer cake or a parfait: at the base level is mozzarella (Lou’s) or provolone (Ferentino’s). Then toppings cover the cheese level—here sausage is applied to the pan with surgical precision: little military formations of meat surround and then invade the center:

Spun around slowly, the edges of the crust are pulled up towards the top of the pan three times. Then the delicious plum tomato sauce floods the top, and a dusting of parmesan cheese completes the prep process.

The result: an extremely excited Mozzadrella, poised to stuff her face with the final product.

I returned home, determined to replicate the delicious buttery crust in my galley kitchen in Brooklyn. After some detective work on food blogs, I found a recipe supposedly divulged by a Malnati member on the Food Network years ago:

16 ounces water
1/8-ounce yeast
1/2-ounce salt
2 pounds bread flour
1/4 cup olive oil
1/4 cup cornmeal

I tried it, and the attempt got me 80% there—the crust is flaky, the sauce close to form. However, I do recommend a touch more butter, both to line the pan and to coat the crust before sauce and topping application. Also, the crust thinning process requires some elbow grease—it should be thinner than 1/2 and inch in pan before it goes into the oven.


Ravi said...

Good posting. You've done a good job at educating your audience on italian cookies, deep dish pizza, Wisconsin cheese, midwestern beer, kosher food, etc. This blog has become less about your life as a female crimefighter, and more about your instatiable interest towards food.

But I am not complaining.

hi, btw, from Chicago.

Kerri said...

I tried to love it! I swear!

victoria said...

i looked up that recipe on the food network website about a month ago in the depths of devout pizza desperation. i had previously assumed that pizza simply blows ass when you get west of the mississippi (oh the heartache of the paper thin dough spattered with paltry cheese and pureed sauce, a quesadilla really, pawned off on ignorant westerners as specious za), but now i realize this terrible affliction extends its insipid reach all over this great nation. perhaps this seemingly distressing situation only serves to instill us displaced chicagoans with a will towards perserverance self-suffience we knew not we possessed. keepin it real yo.