I had homemade pizza during an extended stay at a monastery in New England. They put mushrooms and IDK what all vegetables on the stuff. And it was nuns who made it, so you can't tell them it's awful. Worst case scenario, they'd make it your way, and then you're the guy who made the sisters change their recipe. I resorted to putting lettuce on my pieces, over the soggy vegetable toppings, because at least that way I wouldn't be gagging as I tried to chew and swallow it.

The only acceptable exotic toppings on pizza are those used ironically, like french fries or mozzarella sticks or chicken nuggets. All vegetable matter on pizza should be ingrediants of the actual ingrediants. Meat is acceptable, but superfluous. Cheese inside the crust is only viable in Dominos or Pizza Hut or the like, which are not real pizza. Cheese goes on top, evenly distributed (I'm looking at you, margharita pizza bullshit). Mozzerella is preferable, but "four cheese" is good as long as I cannot identify the other three cheeses by taste.

Don't talk to me about cities associated with pizza. Jersey is where they do it right. New York is just a place for people who are more afraid of Jersey than the smell of their own collective waste. It's where we put all the pussy stuff that Jersey has no time for, like MOMA and the Met and Greenwich Village and the baseball & basketball teams, and the buildings for looking at.