I kinda dig the bland crust. Not for eating, but for not eating. Like, sometimes you’d rather your calories come from toppings, and saving the crust for the next day to dip in those shitty marinara cups when you’re tired as hell is a good thing.
Like, not often, but sometimes.
Then again, we don’t do pizza often, and it’s usually when all adults are fucking wrecked via some bullshit or another that pushed us past our limits (both me and my wife are disabled, and my dad is old as fuck lol). If we want pizza to really enjoy I make it myself, or order it from the two yankees that set up a shop in town.