“I’m hungry for pizza. How about everybody else?” asked Ed. Chris, Betty Anne and I gave a unanimous response in support of pizza so Chris began driving in the direction of a place known for its delicious pizza. When we parked the car, Ed noticed a Chinese restaurant in the plaza.
“Hey, let’s go to the Chinese place!” he suggested. “No, you said pizza. We’re going for pizza,” came back a strong veto from Chris who hates Chinese food. He led the way to Mama Mia’s Pizzaria. “You won’t regret this. Trust me, Dad.”
From behind the counter, Tony assessed our party of four. “You’ll need two large pizzas. What would you like as toppings?”
“Come on into the kitchen,” Tony invited us with robust hospitality. In the kitchen, shelves sagged with containers full of sauce and the ovens
radiated heat. Tony gave us a show tossing the homemade dough in the air, spinning and catching it in midair until it stretched to a large doughy crust. He spiraled the sauce on the dough evenly from center to the edge. Then, he added the fresh grated cheese blend and generous amounts of toppings – mushrooms, pepperoni, and sausage.
While we waited for our pizzas, Tony talked about fishing on Lake Erie and boats. What else do you talk about in Erie, right? Without the buzz of a timer, Tony knew exactly when to pull our pizza from the oven.
He delivered both to our table with a stack of paper plates and napkins. We helped ourselves to the “pop” in the cooler. “Let me know what you think of the pizza,” grinned Tony.
“Thank goodness, we didn’t go for the Chinese! This is the best pizza I ever ate!” proclaimed Ed. So let’s add a category to that vote. The “out-of-towners” think Mama Mia’s Pizzaria is #1 too!
July 1, 2008