My mother went to NYC a lot for fun as a teen. Her parents went up there a lot. Mid-‘50s she went to an Italian restaurant there (and, this girl’s best friend was a Baltimore Italian and we had Little Italy) and they offered “pizza pie”. When asked about it they described it as like a pie with tomatoes and cheese baked on. They didn’t like the sound of that so skipped it!
That reminds me of the time our aunt, uncle, and cousins came up to the city and wanted to go to a country music show. They let us kids go the Fox theater in St. Louis, which was just across the street from the theater with the country music show.
We met up with the adults after the shows were over, and they were raving about one of the performers. We had never heard of him, but sometime later found out that it was Elvis Presley.