Look, I love this city like I love the '85 Bears, unconditionally and a little too loud about it. But if I see one more tourist get hustled into a 90-minute wait at a Mag Mile pizza chain, I'm gonna lose it. This is my personal bullpen of deep dish and pan pizza spots, the ones I actually hit after a long week of resetting passwords and losing board game rules arguments. No Riverwalk gift-shop pizza here. These are the real Jordan-in-the-Finals picks.