Theres a place in Rehoboth Beach, near the Mar Del state line, if memory serves, that meets or exceeds every level of suck you could apply to a pizza.
You know those unleavened Jewcrackers? I swear, they must chew those up, spit them into a wad, flatten them back out, and put ketchup over it.
The pizza is, in a word, revolting. But the locals seem to like it. Which lowers their status, in my purview, to one step above Indiana. Only because there is nothing lower than Indiana, but I digress.
You can't even call the place a restaurant, because pizza like that can only exist in a hovel, or a lair, or behind a truckstop shitter.
I need to put that place on my bucket list, because some things are just so fuckin' wrong, the proprietor needs to be verbally admonished for crimes against humanity.
He needs to be publicly berated, chastised, and dressed down. He needs to be stripped of his stripes. And then the townspeople can string him up, like Mussolini, flog him with pepperoni truncheons, and throw garbage at him. And he'll make his crude vision of pizza no more. Cunt.