And Eastern Europeans desperately aping American culture is awkward and bizarre. Uncomfortable rap-metal bands a decade plus after the fact, disgusting pizza, etc.
When my mom and her siblings went on pilgrimage to Rome in 2000, they were eager to go to a "real Italian pizzeria" and eat "real Italian pizza", having only had pizza in its New York and specifically Bronx incarnations. When they were seated, they ordered a couple of pizzas, and when they began to eat, they were shocked and revolted with the product they were eating (they couldn't bring themselves to call it pizza). Most of them were OK with just paying the cheque and leaving, but my oldest uncle was not going to let it go that easily. He started giving the waiter a good dose of hell over the pizza and demanded to see the manager. The owner came out and asked what the problem was, and my uncle let him have it too.
The owner started to laugh. As it turned out, he was Italian-American and from the Bronx (where he owned a pizzeria), and completely agreed with my uncle about the horrible pizza in Italy, but said that what he sold was what people wanted to buy, so he was forced to go along with it. He asked my family to sit, had some wine brought out to the table, and went into the kitchen and started making Bronx style pizzas himself from scratch. My family loved them so much that they invited him to sit down with them and they caught him up on life in New York and his favourite neighbourhoods.
I've never been to Europe, so I don't know if the pizza is really that bad, but you are not the first to bring this up.