Member Rara Avis
I'm afraid I'm with Kamla on this one. It wasn't always that way, though.
About 15 years ago, I discovered this little hole-in-the-wall place in San Diego. A medium pizza weighed 72 pounds (71.85 without anchovies, which is the only thing I don't like on pizza), and you could just about go swimming in the cheese. I hesitate to use the word orgasmic in the same sentence with food, so let's just say it was really good.
I've tried pizza a few times since then, but could no longer put up with the disappointment. California Pizza, a chain in Southern California, bakes theirs over open hickory flames, lending a very unique and not unpleasant taste. But it's not really pizza, of course. It's an Italian Quesadilla.
What does pizza and bowling have in common, you ask? They are the only two things I've found that absolutely require beer...