Step in from the hot, humid, southern air
A cool, relaxed and contented atmosphere greets me.
By the door, is a sign,
Children under ten, can eat for free.
Six of us stroll in;
It’s been a long, hot day – we’re starving
There’s no better place,
When six stomachs are arguing,
Than buffet.
Cheaper than New York restaurants,
Only four sit per table,
Allowing freedom of movement.
The sitting area is decorated
In shades of red and brown.
All of the booths are open – no cramping to be found.
With back of seats so high,
So tall,
We stand on our knees to converse with people
In front and back.
There is no need to fret
To bump, bump into someone else’s table –
All tables are neatly spaced
Inconveniences as such, avoided.
Long metal counter, with the food spread out
Steel covered with almost every kind of
Pizza imaginable in line.
The smell rises gratifying;
The brain shuts off and the stomach takes over.
Crispy, and soft, fresh crust aromas
Fill the air,
Inviting us to take our plates.
Overflowing plates are filled,
But still the guarantee stands we’ll be running for more!
A large range of pizza:
Baked potato, nicely golden and loaded with carbs;
BLT covered with crisp, crunchy bacon and lettuce and tomatoes – fresh.
Yes, yes for the average Joe,
There are still normal pizzas of pepperoni and cheese
At the customer’s request, all they have to do is ask the chef
And whatever they would like is created.
Waiters walk around, trays in hand
Asking if we’d like to try a slice of some new dish,
Tempting, tempting – someone’s bound to say yes.
Near the end, when our bellies get full,
A large arcade is in the back –
Anyone can go when they are done and have some amusement
With a photo booth back there
A picture may be taken and printed out in a gazillion tiny stickers.
Who wouldn’t want a souvenir from this world of pizza?
Fun, fantastic.
Delicious delights.
Stevie B’s is brilliant for family, friends and me.
