Giordano's

Alright—we’re in Chicago, Navy Pier area, tourist central. You’ve heard of Giordano’s, you’ve seen the lines, you’ve seen the photos. It’s the deep dish place your cousin from Ohio tells you to try. So here we are. One bite—let’s see if it’s worth the hype. Visually? It’s a beast. Thick crust, layer of cheese, toppings buried under a mountain of sauce. You slice into it and it’s like carving lasagna. I ordered a half Hawaiian, half veggie—needed variety, but honestly? Didn’t matter. Because this thing is overwhelming. The sauce is the best part—tangy, herby, a little sweet, nice texture. But after that? It’s a brick. So much dough. So much cheese. It’s a full meal in one slice—and not in a good way. You take one bite, and it’s game over. Heavy. Dense. More of a commitment than a meal. Crust? It’s sturdy, but honestly, it just feels like a vessel. Doesn’t have its own character. It’s not crispy, it’s not chewy—it’s just there to hold the pile. You’re not coming back for the crust, you’re coming back because your travel guide told you to. Let’s call it what it is: a tourist trap. You don’t see locals eating here. You see families, wide-eyed visitors, people crossing “Chicago deep dish” off their food bucket list. And look—I respect the tradition, I respect the effort. But I’m not finishing more than a bite. Final score: 5.5 out of 10. Respect the history. Respect the brand. But for actual pizza? I’m out. 5.5. One bite, everybody knows the rules.