Pizza Palace Ashkum
- 124 E. Main Street
- Ashkum, IL 60911
- (815) 698-2525
- No Known Website
- No Online Menu
This one brings back memories. Growing up, it used to be a treat to head down I-57 and go to the Pizza Palace in Gilman. If you can believe this, I grew up in a town where the only way to get pizza was to order it then go pick it up from the gas station. It was a big deal when the gas station expanded so it was big enough to have a kitchen just to Hot Stuff pizza.
After the gas station stopped doing pizza, the local grocery store in town started doing it. They closed a couple years ago leaving no place to order pizza from in town. Did I mention that neither of these places delivered?! We actually had to go pick it up.
Last year, a real pizza joint finally moved in to my little hometown….and to make it better, it was the pizza joint that used to be a “treat” when we went out for pizza.
The Pizza Palace is on Main Street in downtown Ashkum. It took over the building that used to be Christano’s Restaurant. The building has always struck me as odd. There are no windows. It’s a solid building with a green door leading into a small dining room. I have to be honest, I have no idea what the dining room looks like now. We did delivery and my brother picked it up. I was going to go with him, but he didn’t tell me he was leaving. All of a sudden, he showed up with two pizzas.
Since J and I were home for the first of two baby showers, my brother and his family as well as my aunt came down to my parents for dinner. J and I had planned to stay the night so we could spend some time with them, but our original plans had us going to an ultrasound early the next morning. Just our luck, the tech went home sick as we were walking in for the appointment. It got rescheduled for later in the afternoon at a different location. Had we known that, we could have stayed home longer, but instead, we did dinner with everyone and headed back to Kalamazoo.
There were seven adults and two little ones under three. We got two XL thin crust pizzas. One was cheese and sausage. The other was half just plain cheese and the other half had sausage, onion, and green olives. We also got an order of six bread sticks.
The bread sticks made it to the table first and I dove right in. They were long, light and fluffy with a dusting of garlic salt on top. For dipping, we had a cheddar cheese sauce, but the bread sticks didn’t necessarily need it.
The pizza was very, very close to what J and I really like. The crust was a cracker thin crust that was almost crunchy all the way through. In Chicago, we ask for pizzas “well done.” Had we done that on this one, we may have had a winner. The pizza was topped with large chunks of Italian sausage on a thin layer of sauce and a thick layer of stringy mozzarella cheese. The cheese was in the same boat as the crust…a few more minutes in the oven and it would have been perfect.
The two pizzas easily fed the seven of us. The little ones decided they wanted chicken fingers instead. Go figure.
When you live in a place that has several options for pizza that includes all of the national delivery chains, you don’t realize how much you take it for granted. When I moved away to college, I ate Papa John’s three nights a week. Not because I liked it but because I could have it delivered. That was a totally foreign concept to me.
The Pizza Palace fills a big hole in this small community, but it doesn’t just fill it, it fills it with delicious pizza.