The first time he requested them on pizza, I'm sure I was a bit apalled but humored him and decided a bit of the flavor wasn't so bad as long as I picked the actual pieces of fish off my own slice and put them on his.
In Japan, Anchovies were the least of my "weird-fish-on-pizza" worries. I began to welcome them, as a lesser evil, in pasta as well, though still pushing their bulk on to Jesse whenever possible.
Now, in Spain, anchovies are everywhere. They're in most sandwiches, wraped up in crepes and even solo, as tapas.
I've given up the farce. Last night, when eating pizza I MADE with anchovies (quality ones!) I realized I was eating around the chunk of anchovy, not to avoid eating it, but to save it's bite til last. Yum!