Four Strata Pizza, from Soul Music by Terry Pratchett!
Do you ever read a description of troll food and then salivate ever so slightly like the ill-advised risktaker that you are? Well then come right in, because have I got the throat-searing recipe for you!
They said nothing all the way to Gimlet’s Delicatessen. They said nothing while they waited in the queue, and then all they said was: ‘So … right … that’s one Quatre Rodenti with extra newts, hold the chillis, one Klatchian Hots with double salami and a Four Strata, no pitchblende.’ They sat down to wait. The guitar played a little four-note riff. They tried not to think about it.