A lot of it is mental state.
I grew up in the boroughs of NYC, so to me pizza is thin, crispy crust with tomato sauce and mozzarella. (12 cents a slice is the cheapest price I can recall). When I left the city I wouldn't even think of trying the pizza, just looking at it told me enough.
At one low point I was out in the hinterlands, unemployed, and had some food stamps. I tried Safeway frozen pizza. Talk about hitting a low.
Fast forward a few decades and I'm in Silicon Valley (California), and there is a very popular pizza place (can't recall the name, either Ciro's or Cicero's, I think it's in Cupertino). They make a replica of the lousy frozen pizza! Basically a big Ritz cracker with stuff on top, and the place does incredible business!
Anyway, I've adjusted my pizza acceptance over the years. Main thing is expectations. I can eat Ugi's pizza: it's cheap, it's quick, it's there. But it's not pizza -- it's a variation on toast and cheese. It is not easy for someone who doesn't eat red meat to get a cheap meal on the run in BsAs, so yeah, on a busy day it's faux-pizza and empanadas.
But when I want
pizza I'll seek it out. I lived in Palermo Viejo for a while and there was a place, take-out only, that I think did good pizza; a hole-in-the-wall with bicycle delivery. I'm wondering how many of these side-street neighborhood places are turning out impressive pizzas. It's not easy to go exploring because they don't have tables for you to eat at, and they usually only sell whole pies.
Lee said:
Actually if you want pizza worse than here have pizza in Brazil.
That pizza is just terrible!
That's putting it mildly.
To be fair, you may occasionally stumble upon a place with a wood-fired oven and excellent pizza. But don't get your hopes up.
The worst is small town pizza, crappy dough and catsup sauce. And squeeze bottles of mayonnaise and catsup on the counter. And some places with wood ovens are turning crappy pizza as well.
The most cockamamie excuse for pizza I ever saw (outside of the Ritz cracker mentioned above) was by a guy from Sao Paulo who moved to a tourist town and set up a pizza place. He pre-cooked the crust, and it was like a very big papadam (for those who don't know what that it, think of it as a sort of pizza-sized Pringles potato chip, maybe a little thicker). When someone ordered a pizza he'd get one of these crusts, put on the toppings then pop it into the over till the cheese melted etc. I didn't try it a second time.
I think for a lot of people who come here, especially those from North America, they get to BsAs and see small local food shops, bakeries, butchers, granjas etc and with it comes the expectation of better quality, as in the days before the consumer world consisted almost solely of the supermarkets they are familiar with. When the charm of the shops wears off and they realize the quality of things is not so good it can be a real disappointment. I have a friend who'll be visiting soon who appreciates
fine dining (I don't, I just enjoy food I like). He's full of romantic expectations of olde Europe, fresher, tastier produce, famous Argie beef, et al. I'm trying to prepare him for what to expect but even though he's never been here he knows better. This will be fun.