YTKingDream

Chicago style pizza.

A cast-iron throne for a golden crust, where cheese lies deep, a savory lust. Crushed tomato blanket, thick and red, on fennel sausage, a sturdy bed. No thin slice this, but a hearty meal, a windy city, warm appeal. With knife and fork, the layers rise, a buttery treasure, the perfect prize. Born of steel and tavern lore, who could ever ask for more? Layers of mozzarella, stringy and hot, in a deep-dish, sacred pot. It takes some time, a brawling wait, but worth the wait upon the plate.

YTKingDream

A cast-iron throne for a golden crust, where cheese lies deep, a savory lust. Crushed tomato blanket, thick and red, on fennel sausage, a sturdy bed. No thin slice this, but a hearty meal, a windy city, warm appeal. With knife and fork, the layers rise, a buttery treasure, the perfect prize. Born of steel and tavern lore, who could ever ask for more? Layers of mozzarella, stringy and hot, in a deep-dish, sacred pot. It takes some time, a brawling wait, but worth the wait upon the plate.