The worst pizza is in Cuba. I was there around 25 years ago and had to stop for gas near a bus stop. I saw this guy walking around with this bag on his shoulder. I asked my cousin what he was selling and he said it was pizza. I ordered a slice and he took one out of his bag. It was a triangular piece folded in half. I took a bite and my mouth was so offended that I spit it out. I looked at the slice and opened it up. It was just dough with a thin film of grease on top. A dog scampered over and smelled what I had spit and kept walking.
So...this didn't seem to be a bad decision before you took a bite?