Prof. Carolyn Robinson
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...