The first pizza I had in Nebraska that wasn’t from nasty Pizza Hut. Was a culture shock moment for me. It was a mom and pop shop, the older gentleman had an Italian accent, so I thought the food would be familiar, boy was I ever wrong. The pizza come out of the oven looking heavy on the cheese (not bad) then he cuts it into squares and slides it into a waxed paper pastry style bag.

WTF!?
Prior to going to college there I had not traveled much outside of NY state, but that shop was the only place I’ve ever been to that used a pastry bag for a pizza to go to this day nearly 50 years later.