Softball catchers, a winter coat, a slice of pizza ... some things are just better thick.  Now don't get me wrong, The Good Grub really likes himself some thin crust pizza (see: Angelino Pizzeria) ... but I'm in love with the thick stuff.  So when we heard from our buddy John B. that there was a spot out in Los Feliz serving up some really rich, chock-full of goodness, one-part-thick-crust, one part-stuffed-Chicago-style pizza, it wasn't long before the GRUB-pains started and Prizzi's Piazza started calling my name.  Pizza in general ... but Chicago-style most specifically ... is like a great metaphor for America.  You know?  ... it started in Italy ... then we brought it over here ... but we made it better than the original! ... then we invaded Iraq under false pretenses ... and it's got tons of good stuff, like cheese and pepperoni ... (please tell me your a fan of Mike Birbiglia, or have a sense of humor in general, or hate America, otherwise ... awkward).  After scanning the menu, there was really only one obvious choice ... the meat lovers.  Because, you know ... I'm pretty sure that if I was ever on eHarmony I'd be matched up with Italian sausage ... I mean, it does match you up on 29 dimensions of compatibility.  From bite to bite, I was giddy at how good it was.  Just super dense, super flavorful, super cheesy, super meaty ... just plain delicious.  Every mouthful was loaded with pepperoni, mozzarella, ground beef, and of course, Ms. Italian Sausage.  My GRUB-mates and I were pretty overwhelmed with the massiveness of each slice ... they settled on one slice a piece and some leftovers for tomorrow, but of course I pushed myself through to that second slice ... oh yeah, feel the burn.  And this was all after our starter ... the-innocently-titled,  but anything-but-innocent "garlic stix."  We were expecting a simple basket of a couple of bread sticks or something, and received these giant spears of crispy, buttery ... ultra garlicy ... goodness.  We went for the half order and when these monsters showed up, we were glad that we did ... but when they were gone, I secretly longed for another one ... or twenty.  I guess it's one of those signs that the Grub is Good ... you always want more, even after you're stuffed beyond compare.   And even as I'm writing this ... belly filled to the brim ... I secretly wish I had stolen their leftovers.   And so the journey continues ... bring on the GRUB.