I was there in the '82-'83 school year, and didn't get off camput much. The highlight of my culinary week was usually a walk to Naugles. Sometimes in the wee hours when one would have to walk through the drive through (not that that was bad; a midnight Naugles run was fun). And I literally never had any good pizza. As far as I could tell there simply was no good pizza. Period. (Not that I mightn't have been wrong, but that was my experience at the time.)
(I also never saw the arch, never got downtown, and I'm not sure I ever actually got into St. Louis proper, as opposed to University City, where the campus is. I lived in a dorm suite with five other guys and no one had a car. And I went through a semester long bought of undiagnosed depression, which is why I was only there for one year.)