Going Down On Chicago, An Erotic Tour Part II: ...

7:58 am - Wed, Apr 27, 2011: 29 notes

Going Down On Chicago, An Erotic Tour

Part II: Deep Dish, An Oral Encounter

Before we begin, let’s dispense with the New York vs Chicago bullshit. They’re both pizza. They’re both awesome. Because they’re both pizza, they invite comparisons and there’s nothing wrong with that, but to entirely discount one because it’s not that with which you’re familiar is like limiting yourself to one type of steak. So, shut the fuck up.

Pictured above is The Art of Pizza. It’s a place where you can get you some Chicago oral pleasure. You like it deep, baby? They can accomodate. Maybe you’d rather it be stuffed. Guess what? They got that, too.

Feast your fucking eyes on that pie. After an intimate encounter with that, you’ll leave with a look of satisfaction that will brandish you a whore. And you are a whore, let’s face it. That euphoric look, the telltale stains. Everyone will know you’ve had your mouth wrapped around something for the better part of your lunch hour, and they’ll wish it had been them. They can tell by looking at you, there’s no shame.

A rich, buttery crust, lightly baked, then filled with mountains of cheese and your choice of toppings. finished with a layer of spicy marinara. Goddamn right you want it in your mouth. And it’s there for you, from 11:00 AM to 10:00 PM Sunday through Thursday. Until 10:30 on Friday and Saturday.

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