Have you caught World Cup fever? I will admit to having watched—off and on—the U.S. vs Ghana match the other afternoon. And every four years I have to reeducate myself about yellow cards and red cards, about a clock that counts up from zero rather than down to zero, and about how minutes get added to the end of the game. And this thing lasts for a month. How many Americans will stay tuned in after the U.S. team is eliminated? I’m with the U.S. National team coach—we have no chance of winning this.
But now it’s time for lunch. We were driving down Pass Road in Biloxi and Chuck takes note of a sign reading Authentic Chicago Thin Crust Pizza. Since we were less than satisfied with the brick oven pizza we had eaten in Gulfport, we made a mental note to try Bootleggers as soon as possible.
This place is small—I repeat, small. There are only five tables for four, so I have to assume that a large portion of their business is take-out. And it looks even smaller because virtually no interior surface has gone unembellished.
On the ceiling are ads for local businesses—even restaurants—
Our approach when eating in a Chicago-style pizza parlor is to stay with the basics—in our case, cheese and sausage with light cheese. And I must give Bootlegger’s pizzaiolo credit. He called me over to check if the cheese looked right before putting the pie in the oven. I really appreciated that.
I wanted to reserve enough leftovers for a breakfast or two and that meant that Chuck was still hungry enough to order a second Chicago-style hot dog. As you can tell, he liked these more than did I.
To review the role of Adler, Kitty Humbug, and the Addie rating system, read the November 14, 2011 blog.