Old Chicago Pizza + Taproom — Restaurant in Wichita

I came here with my husband and six year old. Upon walking in, the hostess asked if our son needed a kid's menu. Not a "problem", but feel like the answer to her question was fairly obvious. She asked if we wanted barside or dining, to which we responded dining. She seemed irritated by our answer, which I didn't understand, considering we're a family coming in at dinner time. Once we got into the dining area, she asked if a half table/half booth would be okay. Since she asked a question, which should have been asked while at the host stand, I asked if we could have a booth. The host dropped her arms and left us standing by people sitting at area tables without a word. There were two open booths in an area that were already seated with other guests. She returned and told us we would have to wait for another server to come on the floor, before we could be sat. This is not what I consider courteous customer service. The dining room was considerably empty and the opportunity to allow us to sit in a booth, having a server that is already on the floor take care of us, was definitely an option. Yet, she didn't care about us or our requests, so I told her we would just go elsewhere to eat. She turned around, walked back to the host stand, put out menus away, and just stood there without a word...no suggestion to accommodate us or desire to resolve any issue. I've been coming to this location for many years, but the chance I or my family will be back soon are very slim. When we come out to eat, we aren't just paying for food, we are paying for service and experience...quite obviously your "welcoming staff" know little to nothing about. I would greatly suggest follow up training for the first faces/experience of...

Of the 3 locations in Wichita this is my favorite. Over the last decade that I've been going here I can't say I've been disappointed. The food is always delicious and the choices are constantly expanding. Other places just change it up to put the word "NEW" next to something, meanwhile cutting another item to make room. Old Chicago manages to keep both the old school favorites and the menu from getting stale at the same time. As far as liquid refreshments go they have more kinds of beer than they could ever need to be successful. The world beer tour is a serious undertaking even for the most serious of lager lovers. I haven't done it and I'm probably an alcoholic lol. My brother has though and his stein hangs above the bar like a trophy, gleaming the black and gold of alumni. The staff has changed here and there over the years, but they're always cool. By that I mean they don't talk to you like they're trying to earn a nice tip but more like they've known ya forever. This place gets packed every weekend and always has for good reason. There have been a lot of other spots, that could be considered better in class or quality by some, to come and go in the same square mile since this chain restaurant opened it's doors. Where are they now? I'll continue to come back as long as I can get the same service and product...

🍕 "The Deep Dish Syndicate" 🍕 Confidential Review – Eyes Only, Capisce?

Listen here, see? I walked into Old Chicago like I owned the joint. Fedora tilted, appetite loaded. I wasn’t lookin’ for trouble, but then that pie showed up—round, hot, and stacked thicker than a bootlegger's bankroll.

The Crust had a foundation like Al Capone’s vault—solid, mysterious, and likely illegal in five states. Every crunch felt like breaking into Fort Knox with a breadstick.

The Sauce is red, rich, and smoother than a backroom bribe. Tangy like a dame with a grudge, sweet like a getaway driver who actually shows up. This ain’t no canned job—this is made by someone who’s seen things.

The cheese melts like loyalty at a grand jury. Pulls longer than a prohibition loophole. I had to whack three slices just to regain control of my senses.

Pepperoni? Fuggedaboutit. Those rounds of spiced meat? They hit harder than Nitti on a Monday. Sausage? Straight outta Cicero, probably hand-rolled by some old Nonna who’s done time.

Final Judgment: This ain’t no pie, pal. It’s a made pizza. You don’t eat it. You swear allegiance to it.

5 tommy guns outta 5. I’d rat out my own crew for another slice.

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