Yes, this looks like the kind of place your grizzled uncle would hang out, pounding Bud Light while watching the Blackhawks (and this might also be true), but in fact, this unsuspecting sports bar serves one of the finest versions of Chicago’s polarizing signature dish. The game changer: a layer of cheese between the flaky crust and the cast-iron pan it’s baked in that yields irresistibly crispy, blackened edges.