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It was 1990, in Budapest, and about 3 am. The natives that we were with suggested grabbing some pizza from some food truck in a square somewhere. When we ordered it, the server asked if we wanted ketchup with it. In retrospect, the correct answer was "yes". The "pizza" was a somewhat fishy-tasting square of thick bread, and it had corn and peas on it. I wish I had a photo of this "pizza".
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