That’s (not) AMORE to Anyone but Chicagoans
ELV loathes deep dish pizza with every fiber of his body. He hates everything about it: the dough, the surfeit of sauce, and the commodious cheap cheese that invariably adorns it.
He hates even the idea of deep dish pizza and wishes every fat Chicagoan that popularized it would walk around with a sign around their neck that says: “I owe it all to the world’s most prosaic food.”
On second thought, most deep dish lovers wouldn’t know a prosaic from a prostate, so perhaps the sign should read: “The Deep Dish Devil Did This To Me.” Regardless, deep dish pies are all that is abhorrent about America’s eating habits: A celebration of quantity over quality, made without thought, art or concern for the human body.
That being said, the deep dish pie at Amore is pretty darn good. Topped with a fresh, bright tomato sauce, not too much cheese, and made to order, these belly busters are surprisingly digestible and tasty to boot.
Enjoying one, for ELV, was kind of like enjoying a song or a comedy routine from some artist we hate. A certain cognitive dissonance sets in almost immediately, and soon, even something as caloric and in-artful as a slice of Amore’s made-to-order deep dish wins you over with a certain charm even he can’t ignore.
But if you get addicted to the darn things and gain twenty pounds….and start looking like this, don’t say we didn’t warn you.
AMORE PIZZA & PASTA
3945 South Durango Drive Suite A8
Las Vegas, NV 89147