Last night reminded me of Friday nights from about 9 years ago.
Jess asked me while we were on vacation to make a shelf for her in the kitchen for all of her cookbooks. I told her that would not be a problem and I will pick up all the supplies I need on Friday; payday. So I picked everything I needed up after my shift yesterday, went and bought some new work shirts that were on 75% clearance, and headed home to start the shelf project.
Now, for the past few weeks, I’ve had a craving that I haven’t satisfied. Looking outside, it was dark, gloomy, and rainy as all hell. To add to the misery, Jess has her Praxis test first thing on Saturday, which meant she had to study all night. So, being the nice guy that I am, I offered to purchase dinner for us when she came home. Part of this fine off was the fact I was still in the middle of fitting the new shelf into the opening she wanted it in (between 2 cabinets) and I just didn’t feel like cooking. But, my true reason for this act of generosity, was that I would finally be able to to get the fix I had long desired. Without any further hesitation, I opened up my cell phone and ordered a pizza from Angelo’s.
For those of you not from the Wyoming Valley, you probably think we’re all nuts here for going crazy over a tiny little family run pizza shop. Trust me when I say the hype is really worth it.
They were already on a 1 hour wait when I called at 5pm (always a good sign) so I placed my order and we waited. I got done with the shelf about 20 minutes later, and we headed out. I needed to pick up some cash from the ATM, Jess wanted to hit the grocery store, and we also wanted to find her some parking for her test in advance. Once all of that was completed, it was time to pick up the pie of Holiness.
Once I stepped into Angelo’s it was like going back in time. The smells, the sounds, the decor. I freely admit it’s been quite a few years since I have been in there, which is really a shame. I got my pie and a 2 liter of root beer, and was on my way. It was still raining out, so I hurried back to my wife’s car. Once I got into my seat, I set the pizza on my lap. That’s when the smells of Angelo’s started to fill the car. I was instantly taken back to a time when Angelo’s populated all my Friday nights. It was typically Angelo’s for dinner, and the original Playstation for entertainment. I even told my wife that all I needed was an original Playsation and my night would be set.
Once we got home, we wasted no time and dug into the pie. This was the first time my wife had ever had Angelo’s, and after her first bite, she looked at me with an annoyed look.
“Why haven’t you introduced this pizza to me earlier?”
I laughed. She had fallen in love with another pizza place when she first moved up here and from then on out, that’s all she wanted pizza from. I have the feeling that she will be wanting pizza from a different establishment now.
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I agree. Living in Ashley myself, Angelo’s is a pizza staple around here. The only pizza place my parents used to order from more before they closed down was Frank’s Pizza on Main St. in Ashley.