Santullo's Eatery

1943 W North Ave
Chicago, IL 60622
(773) 227-7960

I don't like Chicago style pizza. When I'm eating, I don't like there to be any question as to WHO is eating WHAT. Chicago style pizza makes me question this basic truth in the eating dynamic (people eat food = good; food possibly eating people = bad). I have never had that confusion at Santullo's.

I usually eat here when I wind up at one of the many bars/lounges in Wicker Park. Sometimes, I placate my usual crabbiness by telling myself that after the club is closed, I get to wolf down a couple of slices of pizza and gulp down a cream soda. Mmm. I like the emphasis on black pepper in the crust. I like the floury taste. The sauce is good, the slices are big and the sausage is...sorta flaky. Crumbly. That's the word. It's good. I steel myself for cleanliness issues. It is what it is. And I have been fortunate enough to not have suffered rudeness from the staff. But I chalk that up to the fact that I am batshit crazy and will go circus freak insane on an emo kid with attitude. I will. I have. And I've done the community service.

Do: come here. Get two slices. Get a carbonated beverage (to settle your stomach as you eat - if need be AND to churn up more stomach acid to counter a lack of cleanliness in preparation - if need be). [MOST IMPORTANTLY] Have some crazy in your eyes. Crazy trumps bitchy. It's a rule. Come with the crazy and you won't have to deal with rudeness. You'll get your pizza and all will be well.