Chicago is known for its deep-dish pizza. It is one of our city-defining foods, and for good reason. My first slice… Wait a second. Can something that thick and rich be called a “slice” of anything? As I was starting to recount, I was fifteen years old when I had eaten my first slab of deep-dish pizza while on a trip to Chicago with my church’s youth group. I have heard a whole pizza referred to as a “pie”, but that noun had never seemed quite right before I had that deep-dish. When I think of a proper pie, I think of something with depth and breadth, something that needs a whole window sill on which to cool after coming out of the oven. Referring to one of the flat, salty, big-circumference pizzas I had grown up with in mid-Michigan (which are also so very delicious) as a “pie” wouldn’t have made sense then. By contrast, a piece of deep-dish looks and eats thickly like a slice of pie.
There’s the mealy crust, the tangy tomato sauce, a blanket of melted mozzarella, and other ingredients like a sausage patty, pepperoni piled high, green peppers, onions… It’s almost too much not be eating one as I type this before dinner. My very first slice was at Pizzeria Due (the second location of iconic Pizzeria Uno), and my appetite at fifteen couldn’t get enough. Those were the years when I could eat a super-sized meal deal from McDonald’s or any other fast food chain, half a bag of Doritos, and a handful of M&Ms at a friend’s house and still have room for dinner later, which I would finish. When I moved to Chicago permanently thirteen years later, I realized that I had basically the rest of my adulthood to embark on sampling an entire culinary world of deliciousness. This included a proper reintroduction to deep-dish pizza which I found to be just as amazing from Giordano’s (in the background, below) as from Pizzerias Uno and Due.
Rewinding to maybe five or six years ago and while being visited by friends from Michigan, we decided on Giordano’s for dinner since everyone seemed in the mood for pizza and also since that particular location was not far from their hotel. One’s ability to put away food can change from one’s twenties to one’s forties. As my friends and I all calculated how much to order, with a near-even split between men and women in our party, I figured I could eat, oh, two slices. Cutting to the chase, we collectively ended up ordering way too much food. It was a good thing their hotel was nearby so we could drop off and refrigerate all of that amazing, leftover Giordano’s deep-dish pizza. It was great, though. The taste was everything I / we wanted. It’s just that there was a lot of it. How much of it could just one of us handle in one sitting?
I loved that this big, beautiful ’75 Caprice Classic convertible was passing a Giordano’s outpost when I happened to spot it. These frames combine so many things I love: a classic GM car from the decade in which I was born, two iconic Chicago restaurants (including Rosebud), beautiful, old architecture, and tony, fabled Rush Street. It also occurred to me that this triple-white Caprice might be the deep-dish experience of convertibles. Let’s look at its standard ingredients: a 400 cubic inch V8 with 175 horsepower; three-speed automatic transmission; 222.7 inches of length draped over a 121.5″ wheelbase; 79.5″ of width; and no less than 4,300 pounds of curb weight to start. A new 2025 Chevy Tahoe is about a foot shorter from end to end, and an inch narrower. (It also weighs about 1,200 pounds more, but most modern vehicles weigh significantly more based on all the equipment they now feature.)
With a starting price of $5,113, just $38 more than the Caprice Classic Landau coupe, it was the most expensive, non-wagon, full-size Chevrolet for sale that year. I love it for existing, and yes, it looks delicious. The question, though, is: What one person back in 1975 would need all of this Caprice convertible and could also digest it all properly? By then, people weren’t buying convertibles to take their families and Fido out for Sunday drives, as everyone was suddenly paranoid about what happens if your vehicle randomly rolls over. No, friend – cars like this were statement makers, meant to be enjoyed primarily by one or maybe two people, and just over 8,300 people chose to make that statement with the very last year of full-sized Chevrolet convertible ever produced. There’s plenty of reading available here at CC about how the Chevy B-Body successfully went on a diet for ’77, but what I really feel like this weekend is one more go at discovering where my threshold for deep-dish pizza has settled in my middle age.
Streeterville, Chicago, Illinois.
Sunday, September 15, 2024.
The sales brochure pages were sourced from www.oldcarbrochures.org.
I have to hand it to GM for sticking with the convertible when doing the planning for this generation of cars. And for sticking with it through almost the entire run (do I recall correctly that it was gone from the lineup in 1976?). Chrysler dropped its big droptop just a couple of years into the run of fuselage models, and Ford did not carry it into the new 1973 cars.
I can recall knowing only one person who bought a new convertible in the 1970’s. The librarian at my high school was a younger guy who dressed very stylishly. Knowing what I know now about the probable pay of a high school librarian in the 70’s, he probably had (or married) family money because he had a baby blue 74 or 75 Buick LeSabre convertible with a white top. I wasn’t a GM guy in those years, but I admitted that the Buick was a looker.
Yes, GM cancelled the convertibles for 76, except for the Eldorado, of course. I’m not totally sure why they didn’t build them through the end of that generation. I think I’ve read GM wanted to have all the drop top parts to use for an expected large run of Cadillac “last convertibles”. Being the only convertible built in 1976 did give the Cadillac a greater sense of significance which probably helped sell quite a few.
That LeSabre styling is so highly sculptured and dramatic – that character line that begins at the front and works it’s way down the body sides. The ’73 is probably my pick, but they are all nice looking cars.
I can’t recall the last time (if ever) I have seen a Chrysler fuselage convertible, at a show or otherwise. Of course the CC Effect means this will probably happen within the next twelve months.
“…the CC Effect means this will probably happen within the next twelve months.”
More like on your way home from work today, Joseph.
A former coworker of mine owns a ’70 Polara convertible. I’ve only seen pictures of it and it’s beautiful in a very businesslike manner.
I had this ’70 Plym Fury III for a few years, ’70 was the last year for full size Mopar converts, and no more Sport Fury. They’re still not all that hard to find or expensive even now.
I’ve not had the opportunity to experience Chicago style pizza, but I’ve always preferred the thick crust, “pie” type; Joe you’re really making me salivate with your descriptions!!! Generally, I don’t care for humongous wheels clad in rubber bands on classic cars, but for some reason, I have to admit that the combo looks good on this Caprice! Personally, I’ve always been a fan of mag wheels with white walls to provide a unique look; this plus sized beauty and the wheels are a visual delight!
Moparman, even just proofreading the final draft las night had me immediately wishing for deep dish pizza. And my “cheat day” isn’t until Saturday. As with the ’71 Chevelle in my essay from two weeks ago, I do like the wheels on this Caprice even if I tend to like things factory-stock.
For most of my life I thought of Chicago-style pan pizza as the thickest available, but in recent years there’s been a boom in Detroit-style pizza which is even thicker. I didn’t even know Detroit had an indigenous pizza style, but it’s everywhere now. I’m not how much thicker it has to be than Chicago pizza to be Detroit pizza, or if there’s any other differences besides thickness (me, I’ve become mostly a thin-crust devotee in recent years).
Believe me, I also sing the praises of the thin-crust. It’s what I had growing up! I recognize that this is probably true of most of middle America. 🙂
‘Brooklyn style’ crust pizza (a marketing gimmick ) from Domino`s or Chicago style pan pizza is only part of the story. The bottom line is this-Buy either style from your friendly neighborhood family owned pizzaria instead of a mass market chain. There is NO comparison. Mangia!
Despite not being a fan of white, it works on this Caprice. Plus, this Caprice would be an ideal way to tour Chicago, as the absence of a roof would better immerse one into the moment by allowing a person to experience the smells, sounds, and unblocked views. Just stick to city streets; skip others, like Lake Shore Drive.
You have me wondering if I’ve ever eaten pizza in Chicago. I think not. What I do remember was staying at The Palmer House my first time in Chicago and eating at the hotel restaurant (or one very close) – very nice, and quite expensive for the time. They offered lobster on your salad, so I knew that was quite the eating joint.
Lobster on salad sounds so fancy! The only times I have experienced the Palmer House (which is gorgeous) is when someone I know has stayed there. And I agree with all of your points in the first paragraph – I would love the entire sensory experience of top-down cruising in Chicago! The only thing is that traffic in more populated areas would give me just a little anxiety while behind the wheel. I’ll just ride shotgun.
Lobster on a salad sounds great to me. I regularly make salads at home with artificial crab meat (I’m not classy enough to buy lobster for that purpose).
I’m not sure what those 8300 customers were going to do with their Caprice convertibles in 1975, but it seems that at least this one is living its best life. A perfect car for gliding to the pizza place, cigar store, or cars and coffee. I suspect that most of the survivors – and there are likely many given that a lot of these I think were purchased with the intent of being survivors and hence have lived a pampered life – spend at least some number of days each year in local parades.
I remember discovering Chicago-style pizza in the late 1970s as it made its way to non-Chicago parts of the country. I loved it, despite soon falling in with a mostly NYC crowd once I got to college, and finding that there simply was no such thing as pizza if it didn’t come from NYC. In giant wedge shaped slices. Dripping grease and folded for eating. Pizza is one of those foods that seems to attract iconoclastic points of view.
I have to say that as attractive to me as the taste of Chicago pizza was the style of the restaurants that it was served in. That 1890s brick and tile architecture (which I now know evoked the original Chicago pizza places) of Chicago-style pizza places (like Armand’s in the DC area) has always been a favorite of mine.
Thanks, I couldn’t remember the name Armand’s. I don’t think I ever ate more than two not-very-wide slices, and that was sometimes too much. They didn’t always cook all the dough and you could taste the beer. Ours went to a buffet style because people couldn’t agree on toppings.
I believe the Giordano’s building here is modern, but in neo-classic style.
Convertibles had usually demanded a higher premium than $38–they must have jacked up the Landau price (or made options standard) due to high demand.
That base price differential of $38 jumped out at me, too. I’d be curious to check out a classic car pricing guide (like Hagerty or something like it) to see what the current market prices for the Landau coupe and the convertible looks like at this writing.
Jeff, that’s an excellent point about the survival rate of these Caprice convertibles (and other cars people thought were going extinct). I’d be curious to know the ownership story over the years for this particular example.
And, yes – pizza is one of those enigmatically divisive (is that the word? less confrontational is what I’m looking for) things. Whether it’s in the style of NYC, Detroit, Chicago… all have devoted followers. Me? I’ll smash all of it happily. 🍕 Biracial kids are masters at code-switching, anyway.
If and when I’m back in the DC area, I need to check out Armand’s!
Sadly, Armand’s is gone. Which has nothing to do with the fact that in 1977 it freely served 16 year olds beer (in frosty glass mugs) when they went there with friends for their 16th birthday.
I’m with you on appreciating local pizza variations. As long as it’s freshly made, it’s good by me.
What a bummer; I didn’t realize Armand’s was gone. I’ve only recently started eating in restaurants again since the pandemic (which struck me at one point despite getting my annual booster jabs) and I’m realizing now how many local restaurants didn’t make it through 2020-21.
If you want in on a DC-area pizza institution, try Ledo Pizza. They had just one restaurant for much of their history, near College Park, Maryland. Opened in 1955, they were already legendary by the time I attended U-Md in the ’80s, whose student body accounted for much of their business. At some point after that, they began opening additional locations, and they now have over 100 restaurants dotting the east coast from NY to Florida, and are also on offer as take-and-bake items at many Giant Food grocery delis. Ledo pizzas definitely aren’t pies – they’re the wrong shape for that (rectangular), and are also distinguished by thick pepperoni, just one cut centered in each slice, and provolone the most prominent cheese rather than mozzarella. Perhaps College Park’s most successful business.
Having been to Uno, Due and Giordanos, I have to say I’m a devoted Lou Malnati’s deep dish guy when I get the rare opportunity or reason to be in Chicago these days…nothing better. As far as the Caprice, well, everyone else seems to like it so it won’t go to waste either, but you’d likely find me in the Buick showroom instead although those wheels do put me in mind of an extra large pie!
Dude… How could I forget Malnati’s in my pizza metaphor? Now I’m just embarrassed. To be clear, though, there are a few other local pizza businesses that I just didn’t reference only because they didn’t work their way out of my typing fingers.
Car: 1
Wheels: -0!
Nuff said
Agree, the wheels look like crap.
Nice catch in a nice setting! I’ve always loved the 75 Caprice droptop. The front end styling is unique (76 was similar but with square headlights, but of course the convertible didn’t live to see 1976).
“What one person back in 1975 would need all of this Caprice convertible and could also digest it all properly?” Me, actually. Well sort of. It was 1992, not 1975, but for a few years I owned a 75 LeSabre convertible. Perhaps my eyes were bigger than my stomach. It was A LOT of car, but it only cost $3800 for a still quite nice car and gas was cheap. I loved it. But it was a bit much for that stage in life and I eventually had to replace it with something a bit more practical.
This white Chevy looks nice, though I’m not a fan of the trend of putting huge wheels on old cars. At least it’s easily reversible, so it’s simply a matter of taste as long as the original wheels/hubcaps are retained.
Isn’t Detroit style pizza square? Did that extend to Flint? There’s a pizza place in Houston called Gold Tooth Tony’s Detroit Pizza. I’ve been wanting to try it, just haven’t yet. With a name like that, it has to be good!
“Gold Tooth Tony’s” has to be one of the best names for a pizzeria I have heard all year, of not longer. I love that you had a 17 year old LeSabre convertible, but I’ll bet you didn’t love fueling it up if we’re roughly the same age (which I don’t know).
My father had a white 75 coupe, I always wanted to borrow it as it felt faster than my usual 71 lesabre.
I love going to Chicago and sampling the deep dish, last time for me was Pequods. In my area people fall all over themselves for paper thin pizza which costs as much as a deep dish. It’s pretty sad when an entire pizza in the box weighs less than one slice of Malnatis.
I need to find a similar business model – sell substantially less stuff for more money.
Rant concluded.
Pequod’s is heavenly. I’ve had it once and it was truly memorable in all the right ways. I still lament the closure of the local Gulliver’s, from which one of the former owners has started Pequod’s. Gulliver’s also had an incredible deep-diah. I think they still have an outpost open in the suburbs.
When I think of the Buick, I think of gliding elegantly versus with the Chevy, which I would presume to have a little upper-middle-class, blue collar grunt.
During a visit to Chicago when I was in my youth, my cousin’s husband took me to a pizzeria in Hammond IN. It was his favourite place. The deep dish pizza there melted in your mouth. The sausage slices were at least half an inch thick. So tasty!
I never found out the name of that place again, but it was memorable.
I pass through Hammond on the Amtrak between Flint and Chicago, and one of my friends and former coworkers was from there. The only restaurant I know of from Hammond was a now-closed institution called Phil Smidt’s that was famous for miles around. I was always curious about it when I had seen it from the train, and then one day it was closed… and later razed. My friend had once worked there.
It’s easy to see why 70’s Chevies almost exclusively end up as donks as opposed to similar Fords or Mopars. It don’t know what it is, but it just works on this car.
I agree and have yet to crack the code as to why these kinds of wheels work better on ’70s Chevys than on Fords or Chrysler products.
My dad had a new 75 coup with a 350 2bl .It truly was the slowest most gutless car I ever drove .Even the 302 2bl Thunderbird he had could out pace it!
My ’76 Malibu Classic two-door had a 350 2-bbl. and while it moved smartly out, it was no roadburner. I can imagine how much more, say, “stately” a ’75 Caprice would have been from rest with the same engine.
Our son went to university in Chicago and we visited him a few times, but I don’t recall ever having pizza there. But I love a good pizza crust and deep dish just offers more of it. My new favorite is a local (California) place that makes ‘Detroit-style” pizza. I have no idea if it originated in Detroit, but it’s square and has a stuffed crust. When topped with local strawberries (yes!) and straciatella soft cheese, it’s an amazing meal.
The white Chevy? Meh. But thanks for the pizza discussions 🍻🍕even if it’s still breakfast time out here.
There is nothing wrong with cold pizza for breakfast.
I don’t usually make food associations with cars I see, but as soon as I saw the top picture what came to mind was…marshmallows. Not the store-bought ones; oh no. I’m talking about the ones Stephanie used to make at home, from scratch. Which means a large baking tray of one humongous marshmallow before it was cut up. And no, not into squares, but various shapes like animals and such. Sadly, not a ’75 Caprice convertible, but it would have been perfect.
And yes, they were much better than those rather horrible store bought ones. Really yummy.
And when it comes to pizza, I’m equally spoiled by her homemade version. I haven’t gone out for pizza in over a decade.
I love the idea of homemade marshmallows made from one, big master unit. And I don’t know why, but when I read your comparison of this big Caprice to a marshmallow, it made me think of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man!
I’m going to go out on a limb here and actually say that I like the Donks on this example. Kinda fitting considering the size of the car and its large wheel wells. It’s certainly a better look than the tiny little rims that the Low-Rider crowd puts on these big Chevys, but to each their own.
Of this generation though, even though the ’72 is my favorite (if I could get one with ’73 taillights), as a convertible, I think I prefer the ’71. Somehow, with the Caprice grill and such, that one looks good in my mind’s eye as a convertible. Maybe in That 70’s Gold, trimmed in white.
The first time I tried Chicago Style Pizza was the first time I ever visited New York City, ironically. It was 1986, and my girlfriend at the time asked me if I wanted to go up to “The Village” for the day with her parents, both of whom were from that area. Our quest was to walk around Greenwich Village and then go to Pizzeria Uno for lunch, as Baltimore at the time did not have a location… yet. Telling that story years later, everyone thought that I was an idiot, as I was supposedly in Pizza Mecca and should not have strayed style-wise. I was 26. I did not know.
We have a place near me that started in Highlandtown, a Greek neighborhood here in Baltimore. The original place was called Mathew’s, but the location near me is called Desanti’s, but proudly serves Mathew’s original recipe that it calls a “Tomato Pie”. It is fantastic for deep dish lovers. But when you call it “Chicago Style”, you are quickly corrected by the local crowd that claims that they had it first. Dubious claims at best.
But like Paul said above, Pizza has become a homemade affair, especially now that I must eat a heart healthier diet. (If you can even use Heart Healthy and Pizza in the same sentence). But my wife, God love her, has figured out the secret sauce here, and instead of a pizza crust, we’ll use Naan Bread and add our toppings which we can control. While not the same as going out, it does satisfy that Pizza Jones.
I love that you have found a way to adapt to your own dietary needs and still enjoy pizza. That’s what it is all about – figuring out what one has to sacrifice, dealing with it, and making something work. I identify with this in another context.
I also like the wheels on this example. As far as my favorite big Chevy ‘vert of this generation, I honestly don’t know! I’ve been sitting on pictures of a red ’71 that I took fifteen years ago, and that also is a pretty car.
For me, with this generation, it’s probably the ’72 (with the aforementioned ’73 back bumper… wonder if it bolts right up?… sure looks like it would).
For the prior generation, I’d have to pick the ’68, although as I said the other day, I don’t think there’s a bad one in the lot.
This generation of big Chevy was the Holy Grail for a lot of LowRider guys that I knew in the mid ’70’s. This was unusual because they were new, or nearly new cars at the time. There was another faction that favored the earlier 60’s styles, the ’64 in particular. Around the East Bay, the really old “Bomb” style cars weren’t very common at the time. Chevys and big GM cars were the vehicles of choice, a Ford LowRider was really a unicorn.
I agree that this model looks pretty good with the big wheels. I had my own Big convertible at one time, a ’64 Cadillac and they are great cruisers.
Awesome. I’ve come to understand the iconic view of the ’64 with more exposure to them at shows and otherwise. I can imagine that driving one of these is like (and with no negative connotation intended) like a roadgoing cabin cruiser. And I love that.
Keep the pizza.
Lose the wheels.
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+2 and it look almost like the one who was featured on the December 2005 issue of Collectible Automobile.
By the way, some people swapped the front end with a 1976 model to create a Phantom 1976 Caprice convertible like this model shown in a screenshot posted on IMCDB.
https://www.imcdb.org/vehicle_5143-Chevrolet-Caprice-Classic-1975.html
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Except for the wheels, that Caprice look like the one who was featured in the cover of December 2005 issue of Collectible Automobile.
Still, some people put the 1976 front end on some 1975 convertibles to create a phantom 1976 Caprice convertible like this one. https://www.imcdb.org/vehicle_5143-Chevrolet-Caprice-Classic-1975.html
Deep dish pizza is something I rarely indulge in these days on y visits to Chicago, but I really do miss stuffed pizza at times. Best is spinach-stuffed pizza, with an extra layer of cheese and then chunky tomato sauce and pepperoni on top of that! Eat a few slices of this, and you’ll only be comfortable riding around in a porcine 1971-76 B- or C-body!
While I like Giordano’s best among the chains mentioned, I miss some of the hole in-the-wall local places that were around in the 1980s when I was attending college, like Dave’s in Evanston, or Nancy’s in Rogers Park. When I was in Chicago in May, my brother and I split a Pequod’s deep dish, from the same location featured in “The Bear”, where Richie aces his stint at the epicurean restaurant Ever by securing a deep dish pizza to serve to customers lamenting never having tried this most Chicagoan of delicacies.
Oh, yes the car. Well, the appeal of this generation of B-bodies has always been elusive to me, but I must admit exposure to them on CC has softened my opinion somewhat and I now find the 1971-72 versions somewhat fetching. In all cases, the bigger bumpers in the 1973-76 models made them all look like they were suffering from a goiter. I’m not a Chevy guy, so I’d be with Jim Klein at the Buick dealer, bidding against him on that last Centurion convertible.
Those hole in the wall places are often *the* best. In fact, your comment reminds me about a *different* Chevy B-body and pizzeria tie-in I had featured here at CC literally nine years ago:
https://www.curbsideclassic.com/blog/cc-capsule-1975-chevrolet-impala-sport-coupe-a-taste-of-how-it-was/
Gino’s North in my neighborhood in Edgewater is also mouthwateringly great, though they stopped doing the deep dish pizzas maybe five or six years ago and just make the flat, Tavern-Style pizzas.
I also like the smaller bumper B-body convertibles, but this ’75 Caprice looks just fine to me.
Was there lots of publicity about these being presumably the last Chevrolet (and also Pontiac, Oldsmobile, and Buick) convertibles ever? I remember the hoopla about the ’76 Cadillac Eldorado being “the last American convertible!” but nothing about the more mainstream droptops being axed after 1975 (which was also the last year for Corvette convertibles until 1986). Sales did seem to increase so word must have spread to some degree.
This is a great question. I can’t remember having read anything about even dealership bidding wars over what would be the last non-Cadillac, full-sized GM convertibles of the ’70s. I’d be curious to hear if anyone remembers.
I was in my early 20s in 1975 and don’t recall any excitement about buying the last full-size mainstream convertibles before they became extinct, certainly nothing like the hoopla for the ’76 Eldorado convertible.
I literally just learned that it’s National Tavern-Style Pizza Day, according to this local news article. If ever there was a sign I need to get some pizza this weekend, any pizza, it’s this.
https://www.nbcchicago.com/news/local/its-national-tavern-style-pizza-day-and-this-iconic-chicago-brand-was-declared-the-days-founder/3580688/?amp=1
The lines, maybe? Fords of this era are just so… square. Square and stodgy. Say what you will about the decline of GM’s styling prowess through the 70s, but they had a way of making morbid obesity look graceful.
Well stated. I like some of the big Fords of the ’70s, but aside from the ’75 restylez there seemed to be so little variation from year to year. Meanwhile, over at Chevrolet, there were myriad rooflines and configurations. As for Chrysler (and I’m an underdog supporter in general), I can’t even imagine what a ’74 Plymouth Fury convertible would have looked like.
I’ve mentioned before that my mom was a traditionalist buyer, always sticking with the so-called standard Chevrolet. In ’55, that was great, but not so much with the ’61 and ’67 Bel Airs that followed. But when she was thinking of buying another big Chevy in the summer of 1972, my brother and I found out that it was too long to fit in our 18-foot long garage! So what to do? We talked her into buying a ’73 Monte Carlo!
Fifty years later, I still think these Chevys got too bloated, but they were better built and styled than the competition from Ford and Mopar. And some of their cousins are still around in my neck of the woods:
67, they choked off our supply of CKD packs, the Australians discovered V8 engines so we got theirs instead for the 68 model year and But GMH continued to assembly Chevys in OZ so they became an import and subject to a tariff
I’m curious (without knowing the numbers) how the dimensions of the ’73 Monte would compare with many modern large vehicles. Not being able to fit a full-size Chevy in one’s garage would very much have been a very real concern, if that’s what one was used to.
And that’s a beautiful ’74 Olds Delta.
Meant to attach this to the previous post.
When I was 16, my dad and I flew into Milwaukee to pick up a 66 Rolls-Royce stretch limousine. On the drive back to Cincinnati, we stopped at Gino’s on Rush. In those days it was next to the present location and you went downstairs to enter. The place was covered in graffiti. You weren’t allowed to write on the table cloths or seats (if I remember correctly). First time I had real Chicago pizza and at that age could eat a lot. I think I only had three pieces.
That sounds like an amazing experience with some real Chicago flavor – both pizza and ambiance. I think it has been maybe five years since I’ve eaten at that Gino’s, so I can’t recall if they still have the graffiti or if it took a bath.
Nice big cruiser or would have been until those low profile tyres went on a set of steelies would look so much nicer and likely ride nicer which is what those cars were about, I thought.
Maybe the roads are better up there? 🙂
I would never have thought of pizza as a pie. To me it’s a separate entity with its own distinct identity, largely incomparable to any pie I can recall ever having had.
Having said that, I am not a pizza conoisseur. There are three pizza places in my town (all independent, no chains), one of which I would never set foot in, one is okay-ish I guess, and the third is only new last month. In the twenty-three years I have lived here, several other pizza places have come and gone.
I am also not a big car conoisseur. While I agree people are entitled to drive what they want if they can afford it, I have always managed just fine without a car this size. Or even an intermediate. I acknowledge that we probably carry less stuff around with us than most, but even when the kids were in their teens, a Diamante was as big as we needed. And that was quite thirsty enough.
But if I absolutely positively had to own a big car from this era, it would be a Buick.
Not this pizza with the lot.
Peter, this makes me wonder about how different parts of the world than mine feel about pizza, and how different their pizza is from the American styles of pizza that I’m used to. (I have been to Italy and am aware that Italian pizza is much different than what I had grown up with in Michigan.)
As far as the size of car, I tend to think about my needs in terms of my own footprint. I haven’t owned a car in over twenty years, since Chicago has such a comprehensive and affordable network of public transportation, and it’s just me I’m responsible for. I can’t imagine that if I did purchase even a hobby car that it wouldn’t be huge. I do, however, appreciate this Caprice convertible!
Hmmm, I wonder what it would take to turn my 74 into a convertible, I means it’s rusting out along the rear window anyway, like they all did, at least mine waited 40 years to do it