Tony’s pizzeria Essay
Every Friday after school with the boys, we would pick up our Dyno bikes and ride four blocks down to Tony’s pizzeria. If I had to think about it, Tony’s pizzeria is was and still is to this day an important part of my life. Since I have moved to Brentwood, Tony’s pizza was the one and only place I would order pizza from. There wasn’t any other pizzeria that could top Tony’s.
I remember the first day going to Tony’s. It was a memory I will never forget. My best friend Cynthia wanted to get a slice so we headed out to Tony’s on our bikes.It was a cold, breezy day during the windy months between October and November. Riding against the freezing wind as we rode our bikes towards Tony’s was somewhat unbearable, but Cynthia insisted that we get to Tony’s. “This is literally going to be the best pizza you will ever taste in your life” she said. I wasn’t much of a believer when it came to Cynthia and her thoughts on restaurants, but my stomach growled at me so I could not disobey his command to eat.
Four blocks later, we arrive at the pizzeria that is quoted to be “the best pizza” in my life. The outside of the pizzeria was nothing special.Two story, all white painted cement building with a big rectangular sign. “Tony’s Pizza & Restaurant” and a design of the Italian flag behind those words were presented on the sign.
Two glass windows with neon lettering to attract the customers like any other pizzeria. Fresh Pizza, Pasta, Calzones and Open were the only words on that left side window, next to the glass door entrance. On the other window, there was only Restaurant Hours.
This was probably because the building was spilt into half. Left side was pizzeria and pick up, right side was restaurant.As Cynthia and I are walking into the Pizzeria, there were four older men, probably on break from work, sitting outside on the benches smoking cigarettes and talking about last night’s game. Listening to them argue about the game was pretty amusing to me. I grab the cold, black and heavy handle of the glass door to open and hold it for Cynthia to walk in.
We could feel the cold wind from the closing door hitting our backs as we entered the pizzeria side of the building. The smell of Mozzarella, Feta and Parmesan cheese gave excitement to my nose. You could also smell people putting Garlic and peppers on their slices.The inside of the pizzeria is just how you would picture your average pizzeria. Red bricks wrapped around all the walls.
Four square tables with two chairs each for customers to sit and eat. To your right was the where the cold Refreshments were. One machine was a Pepsi machine while the other was Coca-Cola. I went to the Pepsi machine and grabbed out a nice cold bottle of Pepsi. As we continue move further down the pizzeria, we approach the marble counter top where there was the glass casing to display the food and next to it was a fountain soda machine with typical sodas.We can see and hear the owners yelling at each other about whose job it was to clean the bathroom today. After they were done bickering, one of them walked up to us to ask us for our orders. He was a tall, Italian man and by what I can tell from his co-worker calling him from the back, this was Tony.
Cynthia and I both asked for two regular cheese pizzas and our sodas from the Pepsi machine. He takes two slices from the display and shoves them in the brick oven. Five minutes later, the pizzas were ready for us. Total came out to be $5.
00. One slice was $1. 0 and a dollar each for the sodas. We grabbed our delicious smelling pizzas and sat down at one of the square tables.
As I take my first bite, I burn my tongue and the hot, melted cheese gets stuck on the roof of my mouth. Any of you who eat pizza know how bad that feeling is. After I drink the cold Pepsi to bring my mouth back to normal temperatures, I blow the hot cheesy pizza and go for another bite. As I chewed and swallowed the pizza, my taste buds were going insane. A smile came to my face from the pizza which gave a smile on Cynthia’s face for proving me right.The tomato sauce, mozzarella cheese, warm crust made an exceptional and divine slice of pizza. That moment of trying a slice Tony’s pizza was special to me.
Ever since then, I have never eaten any other pizza unless it came from Tony’s pizzeria. Still to this day, Tony’s pizzeria hasn’t changed one bit. The pizzeria and restaurant still intact, the old men still come by and sit outside to bicker and the pizza is still top notch. Tony’s pizzeria is big part of my childhood and will probably be part my adult life as well. Maybe I will convince my kids one day to only eat from Tony’s.
