If it looks like a pizza...

It is not my personality to get into the middle of an argument.
I am a firm believer that minimally there are three sides to every story.
I know this might not sit well with Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel and The Daily Show TV Sage Jon Stewart. 
Earlier this week their bantering over which city has the tallest skyscraper literally spiraled out of control. 
Accessories will make the Second City's beloved Sears Tower número due (just can't call it the Willis Tower, and I am a transplant here). The beloved Freedom Tower aka One World Trade Center's antennae, which dots the "I" on a 1,776-foot building, will put it 325 feet above our tourist attraction, making it the country's tallest. 
And despite Mayor Rahm's dictate that "if it looks like an antenna, acts like an antenna, then guess what?", One World, with its measly 104 floors, will be and is taller.  
The mayor's comments only fueled Stewart, who opened up the deep dish battle. He was critical of the food source Chicagoans worship. He even made the mistake of comparing it to the New York slice of life, the kind of pizza you fold in the palm of your hand and stretch the cheese with each bite as hot oil drops down your wrist. 

This was the only pizza I knew until I moved to Chicago. 
And I am a Native Philadelphian. I left the Philadelphia-New York area in in 1979 and continued a quest for "good" New York pizza while living in Clearwater, Mount Dora, Cocoa Beach, Orlando and now Buffalo Grove.  Believe me,  when this family finds good hand-tossed NY pizza it remains loyal. NY pizza is not to be confused with Chicago thin crust. 
So I understand the passion both rarely opinionated men have for one over the other. Pizza that is. 
Mayor Rahm sent Stewart and staff deep dish pizzas -- including ones with symbolic anchovies atop -- as a "piece" offering. 

That is one thing Chicago has figured out. You can ship deep dish almost anywhere in the world. And one of our favorite Chicago chains does that to support the troops on a regular basis. 
Never, and I mean NEVER try to mail, let alone, transport a hand tossed pizza to another zip code unless you hand carry it or your husband figures out a way to carry it on an airplane to cure a suburban Chicago family's withdrawal symptoms on his way back from a business trip.

Apparently Mayor Rahm Tweeted (although there are Social Media Experts making careers out of doing this) "No hard feelings?" to Stewart and his Twitter followers and a physical note allegedly from him accompanying the deep dish buffet said: "Jon, Deep Dish With Dead Fish, Love Rahm."

The symbolic anchovies - something I would not even eat on a hand-tossed pie - go back to Mayor Rahm's days as director of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee (1988), when he sent dead fish to a pollster. I think he has mellowed since becoming a mayor.

When people ask Philadelphians if we prefer cheesesteak icons Pat's or Geno's, we will of course have hometown favorites: Jim's (me) and Pudge's (husband). One thing we know is that we don't eat Philly cheesesteaks outside of the Delaware Valley. Not even if the vendor says they imported hoagie rolls and the meat from the City of Brotherly Love.

My family doesn't ever compare a cheesesteak to an Italian beef sandwich -- another Chicago delicacy. 

One is not better. They, like the pizzas we are arguing about, are just different.