After my confusion the other night with Mr. Fibonacci and Mr. Pisa and wanting pizza, Mr. Guy and The Lady said we could go out for pizza tonight for dinner. Usually we make pizza at home, so this was a real treat. Acually, I think Mr. Guy and The Lady did not want to cook. That was OK with me. I like to go on adventures.
We drove to the pizza place. I could see that their sign was orange. That made me happy! When I got close enough to read it, though, it said Bay 34th St. We don’t have any bays near our house. Where I came from in Delaware, there was a bay. The food at that bay was fish not pizza. I sure hope we are not having fish pizza! Then I read the rest of the sign…New York style pizza. I’ve been to New York and I ate pizza there and it was not fish pizza. But still New York pizza in Texas? Mr. Guy said that the people who make the pizza are probably from New York and they brought their recipes with them to make pizza here in Texas.
I got to go look through a window at all the pizzas and tell the pizza maker guy which one I wanted. There was a funny looking moon-shaped thing in the window that did not look at all like a pizza. I asked Mr. Guy what it was. He told me that it was a Cow Zone. Ooooh! That didn’t sound good! I live in Texas. I know about cows and what cows leave in cow zones. These people from New York must not know about cows or they wouldn’t make food from stuff in the Cow Zones!!! That makes even fish pizza sound pretty good. I didn’t order a Cow Zone!
Not only did the pizza makers from New York bring their recipes, they also brought some signs from New York too. I rode the Subway when I was in New York. I remember signs that look exactly like this. It was fun to think back to my trip while we waited for our pizza.
Then the pizza came! I have been whining, and wanting, and waiting for pizza for a long time. Well, for a couple days. That is a long time to a furry little blue and orange monster. Boy was it worth the wait! My pizza had lots of stuff on it – sausage and pepperoni and olives and onions and peppers and probably some other stuff, but definitely not fish or stuff from the cow zone!
This pizza was delicious!!! It was worth the wait!
After we finished eating and were ready to go home, Mr. Guy showed me a sign that was behind where I was sitting.
I think I owe Mr. Guy five cents for whining about wanting pizza. That’s OK. This pizza was worth way more than five cents! It might even be worth ten cents to whine doubly for pizza again soon!