Garlic on Pizza?

Have you ever heard of something so insane?
I think this is a North vs. South thing, because all I've ever known to put on my pizza is a butt load of parmesan cheese (after I pat it dry of all the grease. . .which seems to be a staple of New York Pizza). I don't even recall garlic being an option in the South. . . or am I wrong?

I was first introduced to this phenomenon on my weekend trip to Jersey. We went to an Italian Bistro and split a pizza. The waitress asked if we would like "fixins" and I said sure. She brought out 3 bottles, none of which were cheese. That's when I decided, when in Rome. . . .

now I'm addicted.
I had to have it for lunch- another craving from the drunken night out. The last time I tried to reenact how good it was in Jersey, I accidentally put plain salt- that was fabulous. Now I stink to high heaven, but at least if I run into a vampire I will be safe (except Edward Cullen. . . ) but for making out? Not so much.

And for the record, I never understood the raving over New York pizza. It tasted like pizza to me, nothing special. Then I tired to eat pizza somewhere else. . .looks like I'm ruined forever.