Let’s get real: pizza’s great-grandparents are definitely Italian. They were selling flatbreads with tomatoes in Naples back when your great-grandpa was probably eating boiled mutton. But that’s like saying Instagram is just a camera—technically true, but you’re missing the whole point.
Those early pizzas were peasant food, messy and simple. The mozzarella was fresh, the tomatoes were crushed, and nobody was arguing about pineapple—yet.
Then, in the late 1800s, Italian immigrants carried that doughy secret across the Atlantic. They landed in New York, Chicago, and Boston, and suddenly pizza started picking up American habits, like ordering a side of fries.
