[Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] [Tag] I grew up in NYC and NEVER heard of pineapple on a pizza until I moved to Fairbanks, Alaska, where the taste of your pizza generally needs to be concealed by a lot of ingredients, and one day I was urged to try a Canadian Bacon and pineapple pizza. They also called it Hawaiian.