The first pizza restaurant I went to was Shakey’s back in jr. high. Then we moved to the arm pit of the world so didn’t get to go to another pizza place until college where they made the best tomato topped pizza. Sure, plain jane but was sooo good. Apparently, I was the only one who ordered it because the guy in the back would yell out my name and never charge. I heard it burned down a few years later. Nowhere else could replicate it so I’ve given up.
There used to be a pizza place on K street in DC, in a little eatery there. They made a ‘white’ pizza that had artichoke hearts on it. That was a great, if strange, pizza; I’ve never found it anywhere else.