Father and Son, Logan Square, Chicago IL
Posted by pamparius | Posted in pizza | Posted on 12-12-2009
Tags: chicago pizza, father and son pizza
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The Original Father & Son Restaurant opened in 1947 and it seems like time has been good to them. Now with 3 locations in Chicago, the supposedly serve up some of the best deep dish in town.
Going in to this whole deep dish thing, I was worried that I would end up with way too many leftover slices or a huge stomach ache every time I ate somewhere. Luckily these guys offer a decent sized 12-inch which I ordered with green peppers and sausage and put me about $17 in the hole.

This stuff wasn’t as deep as I was expecting but it was plenty deep to fill up the bellies of 3 hungry adults. As my first real experience with true deep dish pizza, I can honestly see why some people prefer this over a thinner style pie. Deep dish pizza truly is a pie in every sense of the word. The ends of the crust form a wall of flaky, crunchy, crusty goodness that hold in the pizza which has the toppings baked under the sauce.
The sauce is full of flavor. In fact, the whole thing packs so many flavors, it became really hard to distinguish the different ingredients in the pie. The cheese was gooey and did not congeal very quickly, even after a little car ride after the pick-up. As far as the toppings go, I really didn’t have any idea what would be good on this type of pizza but I’ve always seen/heard deep-dish ordered with sausage, so I did half sausage, half green peppers.
The sausage kind a pretty big let down which came under the sauce in fairly large chunks, but not the flat slivers I was expecting. While the sausage “pebbles” were small, they were still chewy and juicy which is all I can ask really. The green pepper side of the pizza was ordered for a vegetarian friend of mine, and I honestly preferred that side of the pizza anyway.
All of the deliciousness aside, in the middle of my second slice I bit into a fucking rock. Yes, a god damn rock pebble that you’d find on the street, the side of a pea. I was damn lucky not to break a tooth, and it made the rest of my meal a very nervous one. How the fuck does a street rock get baked into a pizza? I’d give this place pretty high praise for making some really tasty pie, but this shit is fucking retarded. If I had broken a tooth, I’d go back there and rip them a new asshole.
Unfortunately, I won’t be going back to this place. That shit is unacceptable.



ahahaha. GOD. DAMN. ROCK. PEBBLE. i love you. thanks for schooling me on pizza, i will no longer shit on deep dish. unless it’s from this place.