Someone opened a new Papa Murphy's in a nearby town a few tears ago... lasted just a year or two and closed.
I haven't had any pizza from anywhere come near the equal of the deep-dish pizza I ate as a kid in Chicago. The pizza shop we always went to was located in the front window of a neighborhood bar and was run by only one person, an elderly Italian man, who did it all from scratch. He used to like to catch us kids with our noses pressed against the window all absorbed in watching him spin the pizza crust dough high in the air and then all of a sudden surprise us by throwing the spinning crust at the window, catching just before it hit the window.
