Jennifer and I went to Zelda's Pizza for our anniversary. They have the best — no, the only — Chicago-style pizza in town. We hadn't gone in years. The decor hasn't changed in years. It has tacky wood-look paneling, Christmas lights year-round, tiny booths, and Italian travel posters. There is no song on the jukebox from the CD era. They only take cash. There is nothing California about the place.