Pizza!

I spent the day yesterday running errands, paying bills and catching up on correspondence. For dinner we called Pizza, I love Pizza!
When I turned 12, my parents took me and my younger sister and baby brother to Europe. For my birthday mom took me and my sister to the black market shopping area of Naples, it was so exciting! We bought new outfits and had a good day shopping, just the girls. For lunch, we found a little cafe` and I got my first taste of Real Pizza. I remember it vividly Pizza con Fungi, we had to look up the word for mushrooms in our English-Italian dictionary. It was spectacular, it came out whole, with a layer of olive oil drizzled over it. It had a ton of sliced Mozzarella and Parmesan, and big thick slices of mushrooms on it. It had been cooked in a brick oven, the crust was thin and crisp. It was that summer I became enamored with food.
I always thought of that as the ultimate Pizza experience until a last year when I went to Chicago. There I experienced a Stuffed Pizza at Gino's East, I liked it so much we order another one the next night to be delivered to the hotel from Giordano's! I can't say which was better they were both great! It's almost difficult to call that a Pizza, at about 2 inches thick, it had crust on the bottom and sides, a ton of cheese, a lot of spinach, another crust, and marinara sauce on top. When you cut it the cheese tried to stay with the Pizza in the form of a long string, but it couldn't get away from me!
Which was the better Pizza? I can't compare the two, they're too different. I can say when I think of what Pizza is supposed to be, I think of the one I had in Naples. That is as it should be, Naples IS the birthplace of Pizza. On the other hand, the one in Chicago I've tried to recreate at home. I guess it's a matter of geography.