HomeMade Pizza Company

I love pizza.  Love.  If I were going to be executed, it would be my last meal.

But if I had to have HomeMade Pizza Company as my last meal, I'd rather go to the electric chair hungry.

We called this location around 6 on a Sunday night.  They told us the wait would be 30 minutes.

30 minutes?  To do what?  Roll out dough, add sauce and throw on some cheese?

It takes deep dish places 40 minutes to make your pie and they actually cook the blasted thing.

Whatever.  I was willing to chalk it up to a busy(?) Sunday night.

We walk to the place and step to the counter.  Three employees were working.  "Be with you in a minute," said the guy.

So we waited.  And waited.  And waited.  An off-duty employee showed up and started chatting with the three people working.

I kept thinking, "Look, dudes, just hand me my wad of dough and cheese and I'll be gone."  It took forever for them to reach into a fridge and hand us the uncooked pie.

We got home and fired up the oven.  The cheese bread was bland.  The four-cheese and wild mushroom pizzas were also tasteless.  There's virtually zero sauce on these things.

So what's the big deal?  You pay to cook a tasteless pizza at home?  Who cares?  Be a real Chicagoan and order Lou Malnati's.  Or select *any* frozen pizza.  It will taste just as good.

I'm not kidding.

Great pizza and great buffalo chicken calazones. Pepperoni, banana peppers, onions and goat cheese combination. Classic.

We waited almost one hour for our order to be prepared.  The dough was fresh, but the toppings were scarce.  I think they forgot that a key ingredient to a pizza is cheese, because ours literally did not have any.

Perhaps we caught them on a bad day and they were short staffed.  Regardless, we will not be trying them again.