My very first college job was delivering pizzas for an Italian family owned independent place on the city border inside Detroit on 8 Mile Road. (The one in the Eminem movie). The mother of the owner made the homemade sauce, put it in jars and I went to the house daily to bring more back.
I was later told that was illegal (made off premises).
Try finding those independent places today.
Got the job because the guy before me quit when he was held up at knifepoint one night. Opportunity.
We had a little sign next to the order phone:
Yes. Yes. We know. Hold the anchovies.
How many times were you held at knifepoint?
Huh?! I’ve never heard of anchovies on pizza.