The Best Pizza Place: My Pizza Place

By Patrick Gill

One sunny day when I woke up, I had the need for pizza and asked my dad if we could get some. “Sure buddy.” He told me to put on my clothes as fast as I could. I jumped into my clothes. The pizzeria was run by Spanish speakers, and I was amazed at how they could speak such fluent Spanish. They even taught me how to say “Hi” in Spanish. My dad asked for a pizza with extra cheese that looked like marshmallows flowing up. I took a bite and I could taste different dimensions. My dad ate the pizza like The Flash, but me, no, I was admiring the pizza. According to pizzolis.com, “pizzerias go through 55 boxes of pizza a day.” This pizzeria is important to me because I got to go there all the time with my dad. I loved my dad and did everything with him, learning how to walk, talk, DJ, ride a bike, even how to start conversations. Every one of those things I did . . . I won’t be able to live again after nine years, all of these memories I keep to myself. This food is also important to me because my whole family loves pizza, and when I eat pizza it brings back memories from when I was little, of how much fun I had with my dad running around and having a good time. The way pizzerias make the pizza is fabulous because they let you see how it’s made. They make vegan pizza and any type of pizza you want, so they don’t only care about their business: they care about their customers too. It’s funny how pizza made it this far. It’s crazy good tasting cre-

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ations and places to get it. This is why I call the pizza place my place, because I love it as much as it loves me. PS: This is dedicated to my dad resting in peace.