Seattle has several independent Neapolitan-style, brick-oven places, and they are pretty good, but none are in my area so I need to be very motivated to go to any of them. But I do prefer very thin crust with sparse cheese and toppings, both because of taste and because I’m Type II diabetic. But I have to hold my nose at a couple of those places because I detest snobbery and pretentiousness, and anything that’s high-end or “gourmet” tends to be buried beneath a great deal of pretentious baloney. After all, it’s just pizza.
Once upon a time there was a hippy pizza joint in the U-District called the Great Green Society. The very best pizza I ever ate. I always wondered if they added a little er, oregano ;’)