"to find a decent Italian restaurant serving a good pizza. I went to this place on a laune, I was greeted by a pretty rotten herrn, I think with the name wyatt. Of course, the man informed me about her Mulberry pizza, fascinated by the name, I just had to try. I had no good meat since my divorce, I was desperate and that when it met me, the smell, the taste, the atmosphere. all in what can only be described as a perfect pizza. my heart melted, there were drinking. I saw a look at my father before he died suddenly. I was back home. I wanted to thank the man, I stood on my table, and looked everywhere for the man who let me say goodbye to my family; but unfortunately it was not meant, instead I was informed by a small Caucasian man, maybe four meters tall, could not have been his younger than 45; that the man I was looking for was on an excursion, a delivery, as some known to call it. I am looking for the man of my dreams, perhaps one day we will unite again, but until this day I go alone on this infertile world. 4/5 pizza was pretty good"
