Cash or Check Only
Standing still as if time had stopped in the 1980’s. Blurry neon red pizza sign and just a few tables here and there. It’s cash or check only, no plastic. The various cardboard cutouts tacked to the wall serve as your own personal size reference. Paper menus and a small window to the kitchen where orders are taken by an older gentleman that has spent his life making pizzas and running the business. His little shop has made it through the toughest of times and it’s the only real thing that the community can count on for a hot slice and affordable pricing. The art on the walls are masterpieces made by kids with crayons on the back of the paper menus. It’s a simple place that hasn’t changed since the day the doors opened. Next time you drive by what looks like a beat up old pizzeria, stop inside and experience the magic of going back in time underneath that glowing neon red pizza sign.
Speakeasy Wisdom
There were only a select few that were apart of the speakeasy committee and their secrets have been dressed in mystery. A story passed down generations had finally surfaced and the world was eager to learn more about it. The flame of interest quickly burnt out since the only part of the story they knew was the same group of notable men and women would meet on every last Sunday night of the year in the same run down speakeasy near the heart of London. The story passed down generations due to the speakeasy owner telling his children while lying on his death bed. His children told their children and the pattern continued for many generations until the family name was down to it’s last breath. The doctor would go on to tell the story to the town and eventually it became a legend known by the world. People have spent lifetimes searching for answers to what happened at the speakeasy every last Sunday of the year. The story only told of five individuals showing up and entering a private hidden room that was available for use, as long as you had the correct amount of euros to pay for it. They paid triple the owners rate for the room on each of their visits and never spoke much outside of thank you and directions to the hidden room during their first visit. The group was dressed in fancy clothing and the diamond jewelry that could be seen from the moon. The owner never knew their names or what they did but he could feel that they were important humans even without the fancy clothes and diamonds. He never asked for information and the generations that owned the speakeasy after him, never asked for information. When the last person carrying the last name and bloodline of the family passed he added an additional part to the story. He said, we did not need to know them and know what they were talking about in the hidden room because you could feel a radiating pulse of good energy each time they stepped foot in our speakeasy. The speakeasy was destroyed tragically after a fire consumed it when the bloodline of the family that owned the speakeasy had ceased to exist. The world may never know what happened in that hidden room, but the story of the families experience would be examined until the end of time.
