Pizza is a matter of personal taste. There are people who love big, thick, Chicago-style pizza, but there are those who wouldn’t touch it with a fork. I happen to be of the latter group, so if someone were to suggest such a pizza I’d be turned off immediately. This type I have also often found to like everything on the pizza, probably everything except anchovies, my personal favorite.
When someone orders everything on a pizza, whether on a thin crisp, New York-style pizza or a doughy, chewy Chicago-style pizza, I just know it’s not going to work out for the long-term. How can you taste anything when everything is all crammed together? To me, this is an indication of an undiscerning palate, and any long-term relationship will be rife with arguments over recipe selections. Even if it won’t be, I wouldn’t want to waste time cooking for anyone who likes pizzas with everything on them.
Now, I’m not silly enough to expect that most people will share my taste for anchovies, but depending on their level of distaste, from sounds like “ewwwwww” to a matter of a simple statement such as “I don’t care for anchovies,” as long as they’re not “pizza pilers” there might still be hope if the level of distaste is nearer the statement end.
There is something about these garbage pizza lovers that indicates a personality type too, I think. They may be more B-type personalities, those to whom nothing makes that much difference. They sort of go along and get along, and you feel the need to follow them around with a torch to get their blood circulating. It’s more than just easy-going, but there’s an indifference to life itself.
If you might seriously be considering a person as a mate, I think it’s a good idea for one of the first dates, if not the first, to include a pizza. You’ll know where you stand immediately and whether or not you can make it through life with them.