I don’t remember much about pizza from bygone eras. I remember we had stuffed crust sometimes. And I remember Chuck E Cheese pizza more from my time working there than my time playing there as a kid.
I remember not really liking the strange “CT variety” of pizza found in the local small shops growing up either.
I think Pizza Hut and Red Barron are my early default standards of enjoyable pizza.
But the magical “this was the pie to end all pies” was a deep dish I got from a restaurant around the corner from my hotel while staying overnight in Chicago to do college interviews for SAIC. The flavor and enjoyment of deep dish pie, almost 10 years later, is more memorable to me than the weekend of debauchery that followed as I visited my long distance girlfriend.