Feeling lazy, we headed out for pizzas and let someone else do the cooking. Our destination? BensonHurst.
We casually strolled down 17th Ave, admiring the trendy store fronts and scouting out new shops. The patios were full with people celebrating the rare warm summer breeze.
We were seated at our table and when the waitress asked us if this was our first time, we confidently said no.
Cole already knew he was getting a deep dish pizza, but I took a little time to browse through my options.
Finally deciding, it was Chicago deep dish layered with sausage and pepperoni for him and a Neapolitan Margherita pizza for me.
We chatted in the urban atmosphere, watching pizzas slide in and out of the wood fired oven.
The deep dish came out first, bubbling in its cast-iron pan. Looking from above, you could just see the crust popping out of the house-made tomato sauce.
Cutting into it, you could see the cheese and meat was layered like a lasagna.
My california pizza came out next and was massive. Filled with tomato sauce, fior di latte mozzarella (my favourite) and specks of basil.
We took our first warm bites and smiled. There is no better food than pizza (Except maybe chocolate).
The waitress brought us chilli oils and flakes to spread on the tops of our pizzas, but we both decided to forgo them.
The deep dish is authentic and Cole exclaims it’s the best he’s had.
My crust was warm and doughy, and the cheese stretched with every bite.
We managed to eat almost all of our pizzas, and sleepily headed home, stuffed 🙂