I didn't have pizza, but I had a classic Argentine meal for Dia de la Madre.
We had overcooked pasta topped with just a hint of a tomato sauce (I think that it might have been made from tomatoes) and then chunks/pieces of beef in it. The pasta had only probably been cooked just twice as long as was called for, not 3 or 4 times. Still others had gnocchi with the sauce. If you like mushy globs of potato dough, then I'm sorry that you missed out.
And as mushy, bland, and overcooked as this food was, people (all Argentinos falta yo... is that right?) were commenting on how "rico" it was and the mom was telling everyone that they'll end up getting the family recipe. And the sad thing?...
The sad thing was that I kind of thought that it was pretty good. I really think that I'm losing touch with food that tastes good. I might have flavor overload if I ever make it back to France, Italy, or Spain. What has become of me?