Abraham Lincoln comes to mind.
But not really birthplaces of great pizza. So presidents, yes. Pizza, no. Seems wrong somehow.
Here to even the score: Homeslice, the closest thing to a log cabin pizzeria you’ll find in Lincoln Park—or really, anywhere—now open.
Sure, it’s not technically a log cabin. But look at all that split-log Oregon timber. Look at the tables made from trunk cross sections. And there’s that 16-foot communal monster. They call it Super Log. You don’t have to sit there, but you do have to respect it.
Of course, they have all the modern conveniences you’ve come to expect on Webster Avenue. Indoor plumbing. Copper light fixtures. Eighty-inch TVs tucked away behind a silver curtain, to be used in sports emergencies. March Madness, say. Cubs in the World Series.
But let’s get down to it. You came for pizza. Well, actually, wait. If you came for beer, they have 12 tap handles. They also have five classic cocktails, in case you came for pizza and a Pimm’s Cup. It’s possible.
Okay, now pizza: you’ll find bubbly, chewy, thin-crust pies, with six sauce options and 31 different styles. If The Clay Bacon (chicken, bacon, three cheeses, ranch sauce) isn’t your thing, design your own.
You’re basically the Simon Cowell of pizza.