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Ray Bari does for pizza
what Sbarro
does for, well, pizza. Spreading the joy of dough, tomato sauce and
mozzarella to a city already saturated with all sorts of low-brow
Italian chains, Ray Bari adds to the fluorescent-lighted, cold-slices-sitting-behind-a-pane-of-glass
formula already being implemented by fellow chains like Famous
Original Ray's. The surprise here is that the stuff isn't half
bad. Granted we ate at this joint at four in the afternoon after eating
only a bowl of Life cereal and a Diet Coke all day. The pizza is neither
authentic New York, nor official Chicago, but is some sort of Frankenstein
mixture that has sprouted from the conveyor belt in the back. So,
I guess this place is good for a quick fix, but we're hardly going
to cater our next Superbowl party with Mr. Bari's pie. [MF]
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