Post by stephy on Sept 8, 2006 21:51:32 GMT -5
Ah, the pizza parlor. Not technically considered a hang out to a group of west siders, but it was a great place to have a relaxing meal, and try out some of the cities best pizza. Pepperoni, cheese, deluxe! You name it they had it. You could pick up a quarter and stick it in the old jukebox if you wanted to also!
The place couldn't be considered, 'run down' per say, but it was old enough. With its brick exterior, and old neon sign flashing "THE Pizzaria" it was a hard to miss restaurant on the lower streets of West Side Copperside.
Indoors, the smells of baking dough, with a hint of melting cheese, tangy pizza sauce and sweet drinks, could easily be detected. These were the smells, Stephy had only recognized as her regular Friday night dinner.
Since she had moved to Copperside, a mere couple of months ago, Stephy had made a point of coming to the pizza parlor every chance she could. Not only did they deliver appetizing meals, but the feel of the place seemed to relax her some. It was never jam packed, and it was never empty. Everytime she had come for a pizza, the place was mildly filled. With a few couples at the corner tables, a group of friends at the middle tables, and Stephy finding any open table she could, it seemed the perfect place to just sit and think, not to mention watch the lights of passing cars, fly by the windows.
As she entered the parlor through the front doors, she noticed how little people seemed to be up for a small pepperoni pizza or whatever suit their mood. Altogether their seemed to be 5 or 6 people. Less than usual. She gave a slightly confused look, expecting it to be busier, and moved to an open table, this time finding one in the far corner of the pizzaria, close to a nearby street window. From here she could observe the people passing by, and the unusual movements in near by streets.
"Welcome back deary" Came the voice of the waitress who had regular shifts whenever Stephy came in, "What can I get for ya?" She was wearing a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt, with a pair of runners, not to mention the black apron around her waist.
"Um...Just a pepsi for now please," She replied in her usual respectful tone.
The waitress nodded and smiled, not bothering to jot it down on her pad of paper. With that she walked off to the kitchen to get her drink.
It was 9 pm, and as Stephy waited patiently for her refreshment, people came and went...Mostly leaving for the night. And by the time her drink came, there were 5 people left. An elderly couple sharing what seemed to be a medium meatlovers, a business man obviously picking up a late dinner after work, a guy she had seen around town but never actually spoke to, and herself.
Until the door to the pizzaria opened...
The place couldn't be considered, 'run down' per say, but it was old enough. With its brick exterior, and old neon sign flashing "THE Pizzaria" it was a hard to miss restaurant on the lower streets of West Side Copperside.
Indoors, the smells of baking dough, with a hint of melting cheese, tangy pizza sauce and sweet drinks, could easily be detected. These were the smells, Stephy had only recognized as her regular Friday night dinner.
Since she had moved to Copperside, a mere couple of months ago, Stephy had made a point of coming to the pizza parlor every chance she could. Not only did they deliver appetizing meals, but the feel of the place seemed to relax her some. It was never jam packed, and it was never empty. Everytime she had come for a pizza, the place was mildly filled. With a few couples at the corner tables, a group of friends at the middle tables, and Stephy finding any open table she could, it seemed the perfect place to just sit and think, not to mention watch the lights of passing cars, fly by the windows.
As she entered the parlor through the front doors, she noticed how little people seemed to be up for a small pepperoni pizza or whatever suit their mood. Altogether their seemed to be 5 or 6 people. Less than usual. She gave a slightly confused look, expecting it to be busier, and moved to an open table, this time finding one in the far corner of the pizzaria, close to a nearby street window. From here she could observe the people passing by, and the unusual movements in near by streets.
"Welcome back deary" Came the voice of the waitress who had regular shifts whenever Stephy came in, "What can I get for ya?" She was wearing a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt, with a pair of runners, not to mention the black apron around her waist.
"Um...Just a pepsi for now please," She replied in her usual respectful tone.
The waitress nodded and smiled, not bothering to jot it down on her pad of paper. With that she walked off to the kitchen to get her drink.
It was 9 pm, and as Stephy waited patiently for her refreshment, people came and went...Mostly leaving for the night. And by the time her drink came, there were 5 people left. An elderly couple sharing what seemed to be a medium meatlovers, a business man obviously picking up a late dinner after work, a guy she had seen around town but never actually spoke to, and herself.
Until the door to the pizzaria opened...