Leaving NY and being banished to this desolate wasteland with not a decent slice in site was my original feeling when I moved to Chicago. But beyond all the locals lying and sending you to horrid spot after horrid spot there is a break in the rain, a light in the dark, there is Tony and Brunos with an authentic NY slice, great espresso, and a brick oven. I am unable to describe how incredibly happy this slice of pizza has made me. I am bringing home two pies to share with neighbors. And yeah it's slices and pies not square cuts out of a circle. Ya weirdos. Who would ever cut anything like that anyway?
