Sadly, I don't really like pie. Fruit pie is always too sweet for me, plus I don't like warm baked goods at all and a lot of pies seem to be served that way. I might manage a few mouthfuls of cold pie, particularly if it was something tart like rhubarb but after that I'm over it.
I live in the land of the meat pie, most of which are pretty much dog food wrapped in pastry though if you are willing to fork out for a gourmet one you might get something slightly more edible. Still half a cup of warm gooey meat and gravy just never appeals to me and the only time I will eat such a thing is if it promises to have chillies in it and if I am starving and if it is cold and if there is nothing else available.. so basically it has to be on a road trip at some godforsaken petrol station in the winter. That said I have actually made meat pies that I liked, since I made them completely to my taste. They had a lot of kidney beans in them and steak and chillies and onions and a layer of cheese under the pastry, they were pretty good but bore no resemblance to any commercial pie you could buy.
When I was a little kid my grandma used to make apple pie and the crust was very very flaky and soft and being a kid who had not yet fully grasped that she didn't like sweet stuff I ate a lot of it. But then the crust secret was revealed to me, grandma used huge dollops of lard and when I actually saw what lard looked like and smelled what lard smelled like I thought I was going to puke. So after that I kind of just ate some filling and pushed the pie crust around on the plate. Also by that time grandma was blind and the plates were always coated in a grey film of grease and every thing in her apartment was about 2 inches deep in dust so it was a bit unappetizing but of course I told her it was delicious. Grandma also cooked with suet but the less said about that the better.
My mom used to make key lime pie and that was SO GOOD, once again it was the tartness that sucked me in. I wanted to make it myself when I was an adult but when I asked her for the recipe it turns out it came from a packet. The whole freaking thing was instant. And I'm sure if I ate it now it would sicken me with its sweetness, though I have some fond memories of it.
That is my story of my life with, and without, pie.