A friend and I had gone biking downtown when we decided we’d like to grab a bite to eat.
Since we were in the city, we decided to swing by my old office to get a slice of pizza at the pizzeria next door. It was a quaint little pizza shop. Somewhat of a hole-in-the-wall, but popular enough to have constant foot traffic and hold a few local titles. They were famous for their meatballs, but I wanted a traditional slice of cheese pizza. We pulled the door open and heat poured out like an oven. “We apologize for the heat,” they said. “Our air conditioner broke.” “Broke” was an understatement. It was as if the A/C was stuck on heater mode. The air caught in my throat like cotton. We opted to wait outside while our orders were prepared to pass the time with a fresh breeze instead of a fan circulating hot air. When our food was ready, we took our seats inside and began to eat. By this point, I was becoming uncomfortably warm. After biking all over downtown, I was looking forward to relaxing in the crisp coolness of a corner pizzeria. I was only halfway there. Most people don’t believe that temperature has anything to do with appetite, but I stand firm in my belief that the two are directly related. I was beginning to get grumpy and a little bit sick to my stomach. Not so much a sick feeling as much as a stale, stagnant feeling. I picked up my slice and walked outside to have lunch by my bicycle. When it comes to food, temperature is important from start to finish. From properly storing ingredients to making sure the atmosphere is comfortable for patrons. I must say that their HVAC replacement worked out in their favor. The shop feels great now.