Carnegie Pizza Review Novels & Stories

He asked once they were in the car and closed the door. Putting on the seatbelt, Vida replied, “Just a minute.” She then opened her phone and looked for the nearest pizza shop. She scrolled for a while until she finally found a pizza shop with the best reviews around the place. She wasn't going to let Reeves belittle her again by recommending an unfit shop for her. Reeves' self-esteem was very high. For that #he will not do anything wrong that can provoke the emotions of Reeves Wijaya. “I found it. The shop is about three kilometers from this hill. Although the place is small, the reviews given by the customers are quite good.”

But my fingers curled around his hand instead. --- Maggie’s Place sat on Main Street, a tiny building with a hand-painted sign and windows fogged from the warmth inside. We grabbed a corner booth. Dante ordered the prime rib. I got the lasagna. When the food arrived, his expression shifted from skeptical to amazed after the first bite. “This is incredible. I have never tasted anything this delicious.” He cut another piece, chewing slowly, moaning out of pure bliss. “How is this not a chain? This should be everywhere.”

“How much back?” I’d really like to thank this graveyard employee properly, but I don’t see a name badge anywhere. I waved him off kindly with a small smile. “That’s all you, thanks for making the run so late. Have a good night.” Aside from a handful of nearby pizzerias, there didn’t seem to be many other options, and Sawyer loves this place so I figured we better go with it. I always take suggestions from locals where and when I can while traveling. Nixx prefers to sort through Yelp reviews for credibility reasons, but even she seems smitten with Sawyer and every single thing that comes out of her animated mouth. There wasn’t much of an argument when I called in our order.

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.”

Lots of warehouses and auto shops and places that close at 6 PM. He parks in front of a small building with a neon sign: Mama Rosa's - Pizza & Pasta Since 1987 "Pizza?" I look at him. "You're taking me for pizza?" "Not just pizza. The best pizza in New York. Hidden gem. I found it when I was—" He stops. "When I was looking for places my father would never find me." We go inside. It's tiny. Maybe ten tables. Checkered tablecloths. Frank Sinatra playing on an old jukebox. An elderly woman behind the counter looks up and her face lights up.

"Trust me, they make the best pizza here. You're going to love it." Lila nodded, still feeling a bit shy but grateful for his easygoing demeanor. They made small talk while they waited for their food, Caleb doing most of the talking while she listened, chiming in occasionally. He had a way of making her feel comfortable, even when she stumbled over her words. When the pizza finally arrived, Lila's eyes widened at the sight of the large, cheesy pie. It smelled absolutely divine, and she couldn't wait to dig in. Caleb served them both a slice, and she took a tentative bite, savoring the delicious flavors.

Ava recognized her, she'd spoken to her a lot since her visits. "I'll have a hazelnut latte and a box of pizza to go please" She ordered, smiling at her. Ava stared out to the streets of Chicago, she was far from the Westside, the sun was setting, it'd be dark soon, and there was no way she could wait. She had to get home, the box of pizza was to hopefully celebrate Elaina getting a sponsor for her clothing business. Ava waited as she scanned the room of patrons, a faint hope of spotting the dark-haired charmer somewhere.

date might do, except that a normal date wouldn't order enough food to feed a football team. He drops my hand and begins making himself a large plate. "This place has the best burgers in town. I've never found a better one anywhere, even at the 5-star restaurants." Not quite sure what to do, I watch him pile his plate higher with fat and protein. "Don't you like pizza?" He raises an eyebrow as he grabs another slice and puts it on his sagging paper plate. "I thought all humans ate pepperoni pizza." He hands me a plate and urges me forward. "Trust me you're going to want to grab a plate before the pups come in."

I reply, biting my own lips as I try to smother another moan. "Good." His hand move down to my zipper leaving heat in its trail. "This is so good," I bite into a chess slice of pizza to distract myself from my wild thoughts. We had pull up to a fancy 24-hour pizza parlor. After ordering and much fussing over who should pay the bill, we decided to split it before finding a seat. "I know this place is so great!" she exclaimes, biting into her own slice. "They make the most amazing pizza."

She said. "Geez, I had no idea," I said. "What in the world- is that a chocolate pizza!" She squealed before entering the room. "So that's the stuff you brought home?" Zeke asked. "Not like you've got her anything," Ciara said taking a slice. "Pfft, I could do better than this," Zeke said. "I hear you, dude," Ciara said with her mouthful. "What's so special about a pizza when I could just walk along the street and get one or order one right away."