In the early 90s, when I was 13 years old or so, a friend's dad treated us to an OU football game in Norman— a boring, sad, and very basic Oklahoma coming-of-age experience, especially when you don't care about sports.
My memory from the game is cloudy – I don't remember who played or the score – but afterward, my friend's dad treated us to pizza at a place that would stick in my mind forever – Pinocchio’s.
At the time, my pizza boundaries were primarily defined by Totino’s and Jeno's, so this trip to a real-life pizzeria was a life-changing experience, opening up a whole new culinary world that I only heard about in legend, TV commercials, and Ninja Turtle comics.