This is the pizza of your youth, pizza the way it should be, the way it could be in the America I dream of. Chicagoland pizza at its finest. This is a pizza that epitomizes the people of Hammond, Indiana, regardless of appearances, at the core, something honest, a product with integrity and quality. The crust is crispy, yet not dry, not a cracker crust, but thin enough that you’re not eating bread. The sauce is a perfect complement to the crust. Tangy and savory, the sauce is what you notice the most at first bite as it does a velvet glide down your throat. The sausage, (you have to get the sausage) is near perfect. They must import pigs and angel sausage makers from heaven to make this sausage. The mozzarella sits on top imperially, melted golden brown, daring you to burn your greedy, impatient mouth. Yeah, the inside looks like the setting of a 1970’s porno flick (which it probably was), the wait staff can be a little surly and there is always “diverse” clientele in the joint, but all that adds to the charm of the place. So if you are a big fan of old school pizza and not bothered by dudes with face tattoos this place is for you. Personally, nothing short of a shiv in my ribs would displace me from my beloved House of Pizza pizza.
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