Tranches dont je rêve

Working the hotel front desk downtown means I hear every wild “where’s the best Chicago pizza??” debate on earth. So I made my own little canon: the pies I actually crave when I clock out, hop the Pink Line back to Pilsen, and need something cheesy enough to drown out film-school debt. This isn’t a tourist checklist, it’s my personal greatest hits album—deep dish, tavern, Detroit, Neapolitan, even that chaotic Roman stuff—sequenced like a movie marathon. Bring friends. And nap plans.