Blind Onion Pizza Portland Novels & Stories

I asked The server nodded, "Ma'am, it's a whole wheat crust, topped with vegetables such as bell peppers, mushrooms, spinach, onions, and tomatoes. We use a light amount of cheese or a dairy-free alternative. It's packed with fiber, vitamins, and minerals while cutting back on calories and saturated fat compared to traditional pizza varieties." I smiled, satisfied with the explanation. "Thanks, I'll have that," I said, handing him back the menu. Meanwhile, Marco and Gabriele seemed more interested in ordering the most delicious and unhealthy choices available.

I ordered the mushroom arugula pizza and spaghetti alla chitarra tossed with fresh tomato, basil, and parmigiano, along with their strawberry Letter 235 cocktail. Sebastian went for the tie-dye pizza, ricotta ravioli, and eggplant parmigiano, pairing it with their Tough-to-Peel cocktail. We shared bites of our meals and enjoyed each other's company. I was still eating something when his phone suddenly rang. “Sorry,” he said. “I have to take this.” He stepped away. Minutes passed. Then he returned. “I’m sorry, Zara,” he said, avoiding my eyes. “Something important just came up. The driver will take you home.”

By noon this place is packed and sold out. We sit. “What you getting?” I ask. She tells me, and I go to order our food. I get my usual, Italian sausage, green pepper, and cheese pizza puff. Massive. Basically a small pizza folded inside out with beer-batter crust and dipping sauce. Tempest orders an Italian beef with mozzarella cheese, extra cheese, hot and sweet peppers, toasted. We split fries. Drinks are self-serve. I bring the drinks back with the table number and sit down.

“Yeah. Can you add mushrooms, onions, and green peppers to the pepperoni pizza? And for the Hawaiian pizza, can you make it half ham and pineapple, and half bacon and jalapeños?” Summer giggled. “Absolutely! Half ham and pineapple, half bacon and jalapeños. Anything else?” “Hold on for a second,” I said and put the call on hold. “Would anyone like anything?” I asked the family. “How dare you disrespect me like this?!” the old woman asked, angrily shaking her fist at me. “Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to order you some garlic breadsticks and a side of marinara sauce? It's really good, you know.”

Alfred answered. “Great, so where are we hanging out?” Olivia asked. “I don’t know, but any ideas?” Conrad replied. “How about we let’s just go somewhere there’s pizza,” Olivia suggested. “I don’t have anything in my mind where we could hang out…” She said. Both agreed, and Conrad looked up for a pizza place on his phone. Conrad found a pizza place near the institute, and the name is Skinny Pizza. Olivia asked for other options of pizza places, but that’s the only option. Everyone agreed that they’re going to Skinny Pizza after school. A few minutes later, Chef Austin dismissed them, and everyone left the room.

Bryon said brightly and waved. "Hey, are you feeling better?" she asked quietly, leaning towards me. "I'm better now," I reassured her. "I knew you would be," she said, smiling brightly before turning back to Bryon. “You’re being ridiculous. There’s no way pineapple belongs on pizza.” Bryon gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "That's blasphemy; pineapple on pizza is the best thing that has ever been invented." “You’re disgusting.” “You’re uncultured.”

I spoke in a low tone, not even knowing how to state my appreciation. I couldn't take my eyes off the super-enticing dishes. The aroma alone could block my breath. On the left side of the small table, there was a bowl of baked bison meatball, together with brisket burnt ends and corn dogs. Some reindeer sausages stood by the right side, just close to a little amount of lobster Mac and cheese. Mom appreciated local American foods, so I expected this. "More coming," she announced. Turning to the direction of her voice, I gaped. She was holding a bowl of pizza soup. And walking to me, she grinned from ear to ear.

The others didn't notice their interaction as they focused on thinking about what food they want. “I think pasta will be nice.” Sirene suggested. She raised her hand a little. “Pesto, please. And steak with extra gravy.” The worker nodded and noted it. “I'll have pesto as well and honey garlic chicken, 5 pieces. Please, add steak with extra gravy.” Soheila said. “I heard they added a new list last few months ago.” Luna said and sat properly. “It's popular lately, it's called pizza.” She continued. “Hawaiian pizza.”

I asked as I wiggled my eyebrows at her. She chuckled but nodded in agreement. “Yes, let’s.” You all can come back in, I would like to be in our new place tonight please. I linked the workers. Soon enough our soon to be former room became a bussling spot as boxes were packed, folded and taped. There seemed to be a train of workers as box after box was passed down the lines. After a while I could tell that everyone was getting hungry so I ordered pizzas to be delivered. I ordered 6 large pepperoni, 2 carnivor, 3 cheese, and 1 cheese/mushrooms, and black olives for Zandra. She pulled me aside to make that odd request. At first I thought she was joking but soon realized that she was being serio

Her face and hands were wrinkled and her hair was colored ash grey, but the smile on her face was genuine and her eyes sparked kindness. I looked at the varieties of T***s in the display cabinet and my eyes lit up when I saw my favorites. "Can I have a Tray Of Montaditos." I asked, loosening myself out of Flynn's grip so I could get my t***s. "You don't want t***s Vasilios?" "Sure, Can I have a slice of chorizo pizza?" I never saw him as a pizza guy, but damn this boy was full of surprises. The old lady nodded and went to take a pizza for him. He was about to get his credit card, but I beat him by giving mine to the old lady.