Blind Onion Pizza Portland Novels & Stories

I could already catch a whiff of pizza from outside. It smelled incredible. “Amazing, right?” He whispered in my ear out of the blue, and his warm breath caressed my ear. I swung my head so fast our lips almost touched for a second, sending chills through my entire body. I swallowed, getting a grip on myself as my body trembled. His face was flushed, and I imagine mine must be the same. Miguel turned away, looking at the pizza place, “La Notizia is one of the most famous pizza places in the city—”

I smile. “You are welcome” he sits up and open the pizza box, “pepperoni with beef, chicken and pineapple, just how you like it” he pushes the box to me. “How…how do you remember this?” He takes a slice from his own box, “it was the most disgusting order in high school Lorrie, it's not easy to forget” I take a slice and it melts in my mouth, I moan from the goodness, “from papies?” “You know it, only the best in town” he smirks, “you're welcome again” he laughs.

Before I enter and do quiz in Blaze's class,I was having fun with Lidya at the cafeteria in the morning, we ordered food. All classes are off, except for Blaze's class which holds a quiz. Me and Lidya ordered a meat-themed snack, Lidya suddenly really missed Balthier and ordered a meat pizza with extra bacon. Nor do I understand the correlation between Balthier and meat.I ordered a meat kebab. Jumbo one. "Why are you so down like this, Lidya?" I asked Lidya, who I saw was only playing with her food. His meat pizza has only been bitten once. Even though she herself who ordered it.

I looked through them and could see several families crowded around tables. “Not just any pizza shop,” he said with a hint of a smile. “The best pizza on Lunar Isle.” Ryker held the door giving me space to step inside. The rich aroma of tomato sauce, melted cheese, and fresh-baked dough enveloped us. My stomach growled audibly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything substantial since my drinking binge with Nova. The place was noisy, but it was a pleasant noise that settled into your bones and made you feel warm.

he looks hopeful, blinking up with large puppy eyes. Laughing, I slap him playfully on his well-defined arm. “Maybe, but I have a feeling we’re going to be too tired after moving.” “How about this,” he proposes, “I'll help you this afternoon and we will just see how things go." "But first, pizza," I remind him. "There's a place just a block down the street," she points down K Street. "They have the most amazing pizza flavors. My favorite is topped with goat cheese and spicy honey."

I’d been looking forward to holding her close tonight, but if ‘girl’s night’ was what she needed, then it’s what she would get. That and pizza, of course. I hadn’t known what Jordan’s pizza preferences were, so I ended up walking down our hall with a total of four pizza boxes in my arms—pepperoni, cheese, and a vegetarian one just in case, along with Olivia’s sausage and mushroom. I’d had to guess at ice cream too, so I got them Neapolitan. That was a classic, right?

Albot and Blake bring the bags to my hummer while Alice, Marcie and I head inside, the smell of the wood fire over hitting us the moment we step inside. “Hey Crys, did you get some apples?” Cara calls out from the cash as soon as she sees us, a smile on my friend’s face. “Yeah, Albot is bringing them to the car now with Blake. What’s the feature pizza today?” I smile as the blonde comes to join us, an order form and a pen in hand as Marcie and Alice takes a cart, ready to fill it with goodies and cider. “ABC Pizza. It has Apples, Bacon and Cheddar on it.” She answer. I smile, the feature sounding like a great idea.

Clarice asked her companions what food they craved. "Pizza with crispy fried chicken and ice-cold soda!" Lorey answered. "I want to eat something different this time. Like lasagna and potato salad, so I agree with Lorey's choice," Grandpa replied. "Same," George replied shyly when Clarice looked at him. "Alright, let's have pizza for dinner!" Clarice said merrily. They entered the pizza restaurant and chose a 6-seater table near the door. Clarice called the waiter and ordered pizza, lasagna, fried chicken, potato salad and soda.

Lewis smiled at her, his lip ring and snake bites catching her attention. “Ulric Industries pays well, and you can’t beat the pizza joint under the complex.” Vanessa read one of the boxes. “Full Moon Pizza?” The irony of the name was not lost on her. Lewis’s eyes lit up. “Best pizza in Georgia. Not to mention their wings, cheese sticks—” “While we are all fascinated by your choice of food,” Lance interrupted, an annoyed look on his face, “we have more pressing issues at hand.”

Charlie pushed the dining cart closer to the bedroom door. The cart contained two carefully prepared dinners, including homemade milk rolls, creamy porcini soup, stewed vegetables, and his specialty, Boston lobster. This lobster was not just a dish; it was more like a work of art—the whole lobster was perfectly preserved with no visible openings, and every piece of lobster meat was carefully picked out and cooked before being stuffed back into the lobster's body.