Mike G wrote: I have to say that I have become, as a proud transplated Chicagoan, highly resistant to the charms of the kind of food board thread that seeks to measure everything in Chicago by New York. To me, it's much like the argument, much made in the last year or two, that "world opinion" is whichever side France is on. There is nothing so provincial as someone that cosmopolitan.
The true provincial is marked by ignorance of the broader world, an ignorance that is perhaps accompanied by hostility or fear of the unknown or incomprehensible that is then in some social circles further masked by a sort of brutish arrogance. There certainly are New-York boosters that fit this description and I find them no less tedious than most other sorts of provincials, including the Chicagoans, who fit the bill. If I, for what I wrote above, am being accused of being a provincial, then I am more amused than irritated because the accusation is based upon a misreading of the 'serious' point, as it were, I was making in a fairly tongue-in-cheek way.
So, measuring Chicago pizza by New York pizza in the abstract is, to my mind, a fool's errand... [W]hat it convinced me is that there is no school of New York pizza which makes Chicago's school, as a form in itself, inferior...
... And if we're down to claiming superiority for New York pizza based on one restaurant, then how (in our cosmopolitan provincialism) can we be sure that a better single restaurant does not exist in New Haven, Providence RI, Baltimore, or some other place with enough of an immigrant Italian base to have coughed up onto our shores one extraordinary pizza maker?
If this argument is in response to what I wrote, it is very much off the mark. In my piece, I use the term 'New York' literally but also as a kind of short-hand for a style of pizza that is indeed made in a number of places on the east coast with strong Italian immigrant populations.
Antonius seeks to suggest some degree of stylistic unity between New York pizza and European pizza, but having eaten a fair amount of both I begin to incline toward thinking that the similarity is more superficial than it seems at first glance.
I do not "seek to suggest"; I have observed a fact and stated the observation clearly:
Antonius wrote:...[T]he basic difference is simple: pizza crust in Chicago is made with short dough, one can perhaps even rightly say with pastry dough, while Neapolitan and [good, real] 'New York' style pizza is made with the simplest bread dough which properly contains no fat (just flour, water, yeast, salt). Therein lies the essential and unbridgeable difference.
It is legitimate to compare different versions of dishes but then all the while with the understanding that everyone has the right to eat what pleases them most but not the right to claim that what they prefer is 'better' or 'the best' merely on the basis of their preference. One's arguments should rather involve issues such as the quality of ingredients, general and well-known aesthetic principles and the historical development of the dish in question. At the interesting level too, all chest-beating assertions of superiority are undignified; the point is made by the cogency of the argument, not by the loudness of the bark.
In discussing pizza in anything above the provincial -- or is it barbarian --level of "Ours is da best!", one must take as the starting point Neapolitan pizza,
pizza alla Napolitana, which is a very specific dish. It is simple bread, which contains no fat, dressed soberly with various combinations of ingredients, the list of which is largely canonical but to a degree open to personal
fantasia. Given that the dish is based on bread, a change to that basic ingredient fundamentally changes the dish. Many people seem to suffer from rather sad misconceptions and fail to recognise that basic fact and focus instead on the tomatoes and cheese and other toppings: the toppings do not make
pizza; the bread, rolled out thin and cooked at very high temperature is what constitutes
pizza. A perfectly acceptable pizza can have absolutely no trace of tomato or cheese, much less pepperoni or pineapple, on it and still be a
pizza.
The thin in New York seems to have evolved into a different form, chewier, more Americanized in ingredients and in, simply, how they much stuff they spread around on it... And yet the moment we find something that's that different and identifiably "Neapolitan," haven't we drawn a distinction that says New York pizza is something else, that stuff that serve at slice places called "Ray's" which isn't a bit Neapolitan except that it, as much as a Giordano's thick, includes tomato sauce, crust and cheese?
There is much bad pizza which is made and consumed in metro-New York. But focussing on the good pizza, I would say that there is a continuum of real
pizza, that is, the stuff that features a crust of simple bread dough, that extends from what is thought of as typical New York pizza to what is thought of as typical Neapolitan pizza. In slice joints and the majority of local pizza parlours, the pizza is clearly on the New York side of things, which to my mind implies a number of factors, not all of which appeal to me that much personally: in short, the crust is not as artfully made and baked as in Naples and the toppings, though not reaching the cheesy or meaty proportions of what most of this country seems to want to wallow in, are in quality and quantity on the American side of an American/Neapolitan divide. While 'New York' and Neapolitan pizza can be said to differ in cetain ways, they also agree in the basic philosophical and practical point of being based on bread; "pizza" with pastry dough, as is the norm in Chicago, is to my mind something essentially different and, if one insists upon calling it "pizza", disappointingly off the mark. I eat the stuff occasionally, sometimes heartily enjoy it, but always feel strongly that the misplaced pastry crust better suits apples than anchovies.
Having grown up in northeast Jersey and Manhattan, I know that there used to be a lot of (and I believe there still are some) small mom-and-pop pizzerias that, while having to turn out basic pizzas of the American sort with regard to toppings, remember well and to a degree offer pizzas that are in all basic philosophical ways completely aligned with Neapolitan and southern Italian notions of what a pizza is. What I'm talking about here are pizzas where the bread is more clearly featured and with luck the optional toppings are, from a middle American standpoint, bizarre or objectionable or insufficiently bad for one's health, such as escarole pizzas, white pizzas, onion pizzas, pizzas with tomato and anchovies (no cheese), etc. I ate this stuff growing up, not from fancy restaurants with wood burning ovens and espresso makers but little places with five to ten tables, an old fashioned coke dispenser and a delivery car in front. Some of them, aside from the oven, were not that unlike some of the little pizzerias one sees in the poor sections of Naples or in the smaller cities and towns across Campania. Alas, many of these places are gone, but the population has also changed drastically across most of the metropolitan area, and the immigrants from India and Indiana, from Wallachia and Wichita, seem to prefer in lamentable numbers the convenience, cheapness and reliable 'quality' of the chains.
Chicago pizza is flamboyant, approaching the idea of "pizza" as a canvas for bold experimentation and self-expression the way a televangelist approaches his hairdo.
Odi profanum vulgus et arceo. Favete linguis. (Horace,
Odes III.i)
If that is a vision of life, let me not be born again.*
Antonius
* I write at length out of fellowship. not animosity.
Alle Nerven exzitiert von dem gewürzten Wein -- Anwandlung von Todesahndungen -- Doppeltgänger --
- aus dem Tagebuch E.T.A. Hoffmanns, 6. Januar 1804.
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Na sir is na seachain an cath.