Oh those styrofoam pizza box blues. Is a white paper bag that inconvenient? Is the desire to clutter landfills and kill sea turtles so overwhelming? What about the iconic cardboard pizza box? Perhaps it’s for the best — the styrofoam telegraphs slice quality in a way that congealed grease can’t. You know what it’ll taste like before you bite: that thick mat of cheese, too much oregano, too much salt, too much sugar in the sauce. Too much slime on the outside of the crust, not enough chew on the inside. Maybe the styrofoam should be the scarlet letter, warding away all in the symbological know. But hey, exploring has its downsides, too.