By Jeff

Growing up in Wisconsin and spending many summer days in Chicago, I never gave pizza a second thought. Oh, I ate it as much as I could. I just never thought much about it. When my wife and I moved to Los Angeles in 1980 we found out that the life we left behind meant pizza as well. We spent the last 30 years searching the Los Angeles area for the pizza we loved and left in the Midwest. Oh, we flirted with some pizza in LA but we ended up ordering frozen pizzas from Chicago and making the annual trek back to Chicago and Wisconsin to see family and to get some real pizza.
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