Bacon probably could’ve ranked higher here, but the quality of what you’re getting varies so widely. Bacon is a fickle mistress at the best of times; cook it too much and you’ve got a charcoal briquette that tastes like the desecrated corpse of something that once was beautiful, cook it too little and you’re attempting to choke down a slimy Lovecraftian horror. This is even trickier to pull off on pizza. But man, when it hits that sweet spot? Bacon is perfection. Unfortunately, it’s way too inconsistent in quality to rank higher here.