Pizza is pizza, chums. If you've got to classify it it's a tart not a pie unless you're talking deep dish which I enjoy sometimes but wouldn't call pizza.
Speaking of pizza after midnight, I have a story! Transcribed from #ff:
So I’m making a pizza and I need some stuff. Ride to the all hours supermarket, it’s not in the best part of town, we’ll say the night life is comprised of 90% bicycle and automobile theft and 10% old man in Tim Horton’s, so I bring the bike in with me. It’s 4 AM, who’s gonna be bothered? Get my crushed tomatoes, basil, those cheapo truffle shavings, artichokes, go to the cash. I hand over the money and the lady goes “next time you’ll have to leave your bike outside,” and she really seems to be staring me down over it. “I didn’t see a safe to stuff a bike in out there.” You have to bring your own lock, we don’t provide the locks. (??? did you not catch the sarcasm part of this) “Bike’s big, but it’s not as big and cumbersome as say a huge metal cage that you fill with groceries and push in front of you.” Yes but it’s against the rules, you have to leave it outside.
Man, old lady, if you hadn’t been an old lady I’d have made this an argument.