the husband is from chicago. the land of pizza toppings hidden under the sauce. which is a concept I, as an iowan, do not understand + have a hard time appreciating. I know pizza requires sauce. my question is always what toppings are you hiding under that sauce? and are they called toppings if they’re underneath? it’s just beyond me. and in a chicago vs. new york style pizza contest, I must side with new york every time. (I’m a thin crust fan, cut into squares).
I said all of that, to say this.. marriage is about compromise. so, when an authentic chicago pizza restaurant opened near us, rosati’s, we went. the day it opened. that’s where the husband won. the rest were my victories ..
rosati’s | des moines, IA.
I somehow encouraged the husband to order jalapeno poppers over bread sticks. AT A PIZZA PLACE. they were surprisingly scrumptious! and as a true iowan, they have delicious ranch dressing. (believe me, there is more bad out there than good). we ate them as we waited for our pizza. mostly because I was starving + impatient. not to mention, it had just opened. so there were a few people with the same idea. we didn’t order a chicago-style deep dish. although I would’ve been a good sport + happily ate it. we agreed on their double dough crust, topped with sausage + onion + green peppers. chicago won this battle!
what is your pizza order?