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![]() A Pizza History Charting the rise of Chicago's pie
Taylor Street, the late 1890s. The neighborhood of Italian immigrants,
largely from Naples, is packed with handcarts and makeshift stands
selling fruit, vegetables, olive oil and bread. Speaking mostly in
Italian, they buy, sell, argue and barter, when suddenly a man walks
onto the street pushing a cart holding two copper washtubs. Their
bottoms are packed with charcoal, keeping round pies of bread, tomato,
spices and cheese hot. Walking near Taylor and Racine, he sells these
pies for two cents each, and the people seem to like them. Little does
he know that he is America's first pizza vendor, and in a hundred years
those few cents would turn into a multi-billion dollar industry.
Pizza migrated from Naples to America via Chicago and Taylor Street,
but according to "The History of Pizza," that was just one in many
Chicago events that shaped the round pie. Chicago also claims to be the
birthplace of both the deep dish and stuffed pizza.
Pizza itself goes back as far as to BC times, when Virgil's
"Aeneid" mentions flat flour cakes, and evidence of the same was also
found in the ashes of Pompeii. But pizza did not really get rolling
until 1522, when tomatoes were brought to Naples from Peru. Known as
"pizzaioli," it was a peasant dish, until King Umberto I (1844-1900)
took a liking to it. In order to duplicate the colors of the Italian
flag, it was fashioned out of mozzarella, tomatoes and basil, taking it
one step closer to the dish we know today.
The honor of the first American pizza parlor goes to Gennaro
Lombardi's "Patraca dela Pizza" on New York's Spring Street, which is
still open today. Not integrated into the American mainstream, the
tomato pie remained as an ethnic enclave until 1943. That's when
Chicagoan Ike Sewell opened Pizzeria Uno at 29 East Ohio. The key to
this recipe was the crust. Baked in thick cast-iron pans in giant ovens,
Uno's deep-dish crust revolutionized pizza. Sixty-five years later,
Uno's, with its dark cavernous booths, is a landmark.
Other surviving pioneer pizza parlors in Chicago include the Home Run
Inn. Originally started as a bar at 31st and Kildare in 1923, Nick
Perrino, the son-in-law of the original owners, came up with an idea and
started serving a medium-crust pie in 1947. Times were good and the
small bar became crowded. Eventually demand got to the point where
Perrino introduced another concept to the Chicago area--frozen pizzas.
The 1950s and early sixties were the glory days for the nationwide
expansion of pizza. At that time, Italian-Americans were the rage, and
stars like Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin ("the moon hits your eye like
a big pizza pie") ruled Hollywood and Las Vegas while Sophia Loren and
Gina Lollobrigida rivaled Marilyn Monroe with their exotic beauty. Pizza
was the new and trendy dish. A novelty like the hula-hoop or yoyo, its
ease of cooking and the fact that you could eat it without utensils made
it ideal for parties. Also, unlike hot dogs and hamburgers, pizza tastes
good cold.
As a child in the 1970s, I grew up next to Franks Pizzeria on North
Clark Street. I can still remember the smell of the pizzas blowing from
the exhaust fan into my room in hot summer nights. Frank's was like
hundreds of corner joints throughout Chicago selling pizza, chicken,
ribs, Italian beef, frozen raviolis, etc. In order to break this
pattern, the owners of Nancy's Pizza took the recipe from an Easter pie
called Scarciedda and introduced another Chicago first, the stuffed
pizza, in 1971.
Today Chicago has pizza any way you want it. Thick, thin, greasy,
stuffed, wood-oven-baked, topped with vegetables, smoked meats, exotic
cheeses and, of course, the old standbys mozzarella, pepperoni and
sausage. If only the pushcart vendor on Taylor Street was alive to see
it all today.
Also by David Witter Feeding Frenzy
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The Pork-Chop Wars
The Chicago Archives of Alcohol
Song Sung Blues
Death in the Woods
Puppy love
Last, last call
Old Town Blues
Pie-eyed
Carnies
My parade, part 1
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