I live extremely close to Los Angeles, and everything is fast-paced. People are scrambling to get everything done every day.  Everyone is so stressed out and seem so unhappy. The lack of happiness in La Crescenta, my home town is just plain sad.  It seems like there’s never one minute to relax in the day and we are just constantly on the go.

In Los Angeles, if food isn’t fast enough, the customers get aggravated and pissed off at the waiters.  I used to work at a restaurant and I know all about the food service there. The place where I worked made the food the night before and wrapped it in plastic so it could be used for the next few days.  When someone ordered it, all we had to do was go in the back and warm up their food in the microwave. The quality was poor and that’s why I hardly even go out to eat anymore, it’s just repulsive.

As I was sitting at a pizzeria on the coast of Pesaro, Italy, I noticed how slow-paced everything was. The waiters weren’t running around like chickens with their heads cut off, the mood of the environment was calm, and the people seemed much happier. We were waiting for about one hour for our food.  But when it arrived, the quality and taste of it was just incredible. The taste of the warm thin crust of the pizza, topped with the mozzarella cheese and sweet ham was mouth-watering.  My taste buds could tell they put a lot of time and effort into making the food.

When I go back home, I am going to search out that slow-paced restaurant that spends an hour making my food.