Several years ago, I traveled to New York for the first time in my life with my Mother and Grandmother. As a surprise, my Grandmother planned a trip for three to New York to experience the fast-paced city lifestyle. I, having always dreamt of visiting the marvelous state, was overcome with joy.
Being from the small town I was, I had never been exposed to the elements of a large city such as Time Square in New York.For weeks, I researched and memorized every inch of Time Square, to the point where I could’ve been mistaken for a local.After a prolonged flight and my first ever taxi ride, we arrived at our colossal hotel, there it finally began to sink in that for the duration of our twelve day stay, I would be calling Time Square my front yard.Eventually, waking up and falling asleep to flashing lights and thunderous noises became habitual.Shopping day was everyday and we three became expert tourists in absolutely no time.Because of the rapid lifestyle, stopping for the occasional hot dog on the corner to satisfy our hunger was an everyday occurrence.However, one special day all three of us stepped into a crowded pizzeria overpowered with scents of beautiful delicious pizza.
My favorite meal is a slice of pizza from a pizzeria in Time Square because of the sensational taste. Stepping into the pizzeria was an adventure in itself.You couldn’t help but notice the non-stop hustle and bustle around you.Standing in the abnormally long line was a pain-staking experience due to the severeness of our hunger, you could almost hear our stomachs simultaneously growling with each passing moment.
Deciding what to order was almost as strenuous as waiting to shove our mouths with pizza.The menu was packed full of different toppings and side dishes to choose from making it almost impossible to make a decision.When we got to the front of the line, I was still lost for words on what I should order.Ultimately, I decided on a simple.