In Santa Cruz, CA where I was raised, Pizza My Heart ruled the day. Razor-thin pizzas decked with pepperoni grease for days, served with as much great ranch dressing and habanero sauce as you could take (yeah, I know, adultery). I probably gained a good dozen pounds in my time there eating just that very combo. That dozen pounds was well worth it.

Now I'm vegetarian (and actually, right now, vegan) and live in San Fran so I will rock Escape From New York now and again, and also loves me some Zachary's if I'm in Oaktown. Everyone goes there for the thick crust action but it's often too much for me- I love their thin crust very much.

There's a cornmeal crust-slanted place in the city called Viccolo's that sells pre-made crusts at my favorite organic grocery store. They turn out beautifully right out of my crappy oven, and I get to get creative with toppings.

Mmm, miso & olive paste with marinated tomatoes and 4-year-old gouda.. Pretty hoity-toity but I love rolling weird combos like that.