My first non_american pizza was in Florence. What a disappointment. It was also my last.
Why was it bad? (What was bad about it?).
Same thing happened to me in Florance years ago. I went into a small shop and bought a serving to go. I took a couple of bites outside and tossed it.
In a small town in the south of France in 1982, my sister and I had pizza cooked in a van (I seem to recall it being a VW Camper-van, but that may be my memory playing tricks on me)...but it was delicious!