“Boy, come in to my restaurant and try this delicious slice of cheese pizza, freshly baked, coming right out of the oven. This is a one-of-a-kind pizza you’ll never have tasted before. The best pizza you’ll ever have in New York City.”
My stomach growling louder than a whale’s mating call, watching the steam coming from the hot pizza, drool coming out of my mouth as I stand outside the restaurant. I look at the slice as if I just met the love of my life. I then take a bite, and is amazed at how it is truly one of a kind. It has had to be the worse pizza I have ever tasted in New York City, the city that is known for their pizzas. I quickly spit out what was remaining in my mouth and threw my $1 worth of pizza out.
“Stupid child! You do not know what is the true taste of pizza made by an Italian man! The meaning behind the pizza, the work, the effort is something you would not understand! If you were given a slice of fake pizza from Costco, you would have devoured the whole pie in no time! You must’ve never tasted anything as precious as my pizza in your life. Begone! You are unworthy of being called a New Yorker. Go and enjoy your Costco pizza.”
From Baudelaire’s The Dog and The Scent-Bottle, I chose to imitate his style of using our senses and specific examples to bring out a true vision of what you are experiencing.