If (prior to moving here) I knew that the people dont have the (human) right to decent pizza in Argentina I probably would have moved to the Falklands instead.
And I wouldn't have had to go to all the trouble to learn the friggin' language, either.
Most Argentine pizza is like eating a plate of super-processed mozzarella-like "cheese" (of a silly putty texture) supported by a gooey and tasteless "dough" (if you can even call it dough), and sprinkled (more like layered) with enough oregano to disguise the taste of the insipid "cheese" and pie "dough". Yuk!