#mikes pizza and pasta

[margariandmikespizza]

Slice of Heaven: Exploring the Delicious Offerings at Mike's Pizza and Catering

When it comes to satisfying cravings and delighting taste buds, few things compare to the comfort and joy of a delicious slice of pizza. And if you're lucky enough to find yourself in the vicinity of Mike's Pizza and Catering, you're in for a real treat. Nestled in the heart of town, Mike's is more than just a pizza joint—it's a culinary destination where every bite is a journey to flavor paradise.

A Brief Introduction to Mike's Pizza and Catering

Established over a decade ago, Mike's Pizza and Catering has become a beloved fixture in the community, known for its commitment to quality, freshness, and above all, flavor. What started as a humble pizzeria has since evolved into a full-fledged catering service, offering a diverse range of culinary delights for events of all sizes and occasions.

The Pizza Experience: Where It All Begins

At the heart of Mike's culinary empire lies its iconic pizzas—handcrafted masterpieces that have earned a reputation for excellence far and wide. From classic Margheritas to innovative specialty pies, each pizza is a labor of love, prepared with the finest ingredients and baked to perfection in a traditional brick oven.

The Classics:

For purists and traditionalists, Mike's offers an array of classic pizzas that never fail to satisfy. The Margherita, with its simple yet sublime combination of fresh mozzarella, tangy tomato sauce, and fragrant basil, is a perennial favorite. Then there's the Meat Lover's, a carnivore's delight piled high with pepperoni, sausage, bacon, and ham—guaranteed to satisfy even the heartiest appetites.

The Specialties:

For those craving a culinary adventure, Mike's specialty pizzas are sure to impress. The BBQ Chicken Deluxe, with its tantalizing blend of tender chicken, tangy BBQ sauce, and caramelized onions, is a symphony of flavors that dance on the palate. And let's not forget the Spicy Hawaiian, a fiery twist on a tropical classic, featuring jalapeños, pineapple, and ham for a flavor explosion that's sure to leave you wanting more.

Build Your Own:

Of course, for the adventurous souls and creative minds, Mike's offers a build-your-own option, allowing customers to customize their pizzas to their heart's content. Choose from a variety of crusts, sauces, cheeses, meats, and veggies to create a culinary masterpiece that's uniquely yours.

Beyond Pizza: Exploring the Catering Experience

While pizza may be the star of the show at Mike's, the culinary offerings don't end there. With its comprehensive catering services, Mike's has become the go-to choice for events of all kinds, from intimate family gatherings to large corporate functions.

The Menu:

From delectable appetizers and mouthwatering entrees to irresistible desserts and refreshing beverages, Mike's catering menu is a testament to culinary creativity and versatility. Whether you're planning a casual backyard barbecue or an elegant wedding reception, you'll find a wide range of options to suit your tastes and preferences.

The Service:

But it's not just the food that sets Mike's catering apart—it's the service. From initial consultation to final cleanup, the team at Mike's goes above and beyond to ensure that every aspect of your event is handled with care and attention to detail. With a focus on professionalism, reliability, and customer satisfaction, they strive to make your event not just a success, but a memorable experience for all involved.

The Feedback:

And the feedback speaks for itself. Countless satisfied customers have praised Mike's catering for its exceptional food, impeccable service, and unparalleled attention to detail. Whether it's a wedding, a corporate event, or a birthday party, Mike's has earned a reputation for excellence that is second to none.

Conclusion: A Culinary Adventure Awaits

In conclusion, if you're in search of culinary excellence, look no further than Mike's Pizza and Catering. With its mouthwatering pizzas, diverse catering options, and unwavering commitment to customer satisfaction, Mike's is more than just a restaurant—it's a destination for food lovers everywhere. So why wait? Come on down to Mike's and experience a slice of heaven for yourself.

[atypical-artisan]

Arn creatures but it's the rest of them

I ran out of room in the last post so I'm making another lmao.

Gay, Snes Br Hr, Pis Hur, Snes Bal Bul

Bo car, Cag Dan, Msk Ms, Snes Sam Mam

Snes Arn Ran, Ke Hag, Mown, and Snes Sup Mach Mn

Nar Prn, Horlow, Ri Bu, and Ni Bu

No birdie, challenger, or arcade folks cause we only see their upper body in game :(

And finally: Drm, Piz Pas, and Kick

[greattigerssimp]

My punchy-punch out tier list! 🥊✨️

[janitorhutcherson]

Need more stoner mike content. Ily and thank you 💞😚❤️😚💞💖💞😘

stoner!mike headcanons bc why not i’m in the mood :p nsfw warning for the last one

stoner!mike would be so silly. he’d be the type of guy to have everything under the sun, bongs, edibles, pipes, rolls… you name it. he had it. he was always so excited to show you something new he had for his collection. if you’re a baby stoner, there’s nothing he loved more than teaching you about the different strains, the different ways to get high. he loved nothing more than holding a pipe to your lips, helping you light the front since he was afraid you’d burn yourself. he was always so careful. he loved holding a joint in his hands for you to hit or to blow smoke into your mouth, tilting your head back.

stoner!mike was also extremely careful since abby lived with him. he had a safe in his room protected by a code (your birthday, actually) that only you two could get into you. he typically only smoked late at night, when abby’s eyes were tightly closed. he’d sit outside on the back porch with you, careful not to let any smoke or smell into the house. his favorite were the weekends when abby was away. you two would hot box the fuck out of his bathroom, closing the door and stuffing towels underneath the crack in between the bottom and the floor. you’d both sit on the floor that had been cleaned for the occasion, the entire room covered in pillows, blankets, pizza boxes, and other goodies, taking rips and hits.

stoner!mike gets the munchies, since we’re on the topic of food. he LOVES to eat as is, but especially when he’s high. the two of you would either order a shit ton of chinese or a shit ton of pizza. there would be wings, breadsticks, garlic knots, cheesy bread, different kinds of pizzas, pastas. he’s also a sandwich guy, always making of intricate sandwiches with you, much like shaggy and scooby. all while munchin’ and smokin’ with you, he’d love to have the TV on in the background, playing vibrate horror movies with gory scenes. sometimes he’d opt for the sound of heavy music in the background, enjoying the vibrations in his body.

stoner!mike would be extremely touchy while high. he’s the type of guy to get all cuddly, his entire body buzzing with desperation, wanting to feel your touch. he’d rub up against you like a cat, hold you in his arms, even stroke your cheek. he’d take advantage of every moment he could with you, touching your thighs softly or hand feeding you chips, holding your drink up to your lips. things you were perfectly capable of doing yourself, but you loved when he did them for you. he loved nothing more than pressing his nose against yours, both of your eyes glazed and bloodshot as the earthy smell filled the room. he’d press a soft kiss to your lips, which on occasion would leave to something different.

**NSFW WARNING**

stoner!mike is so incredibly horny. he turns into a hormone monster once his brain gets all fuzzy. his handsy, cuddly attitude turns into one much different. suddenly he’s got you on his thigh, guiding your hips back and forth against his, using your leg that’s tucked between his own legs to grind against. he’s kissing your neck, tugging at your underwear, biting every inch of skin he can get to. he’ll take hits from off your chest, kiss you after taking a hit, put a joint in your mouth while you ride him. he loves a good lazy fuck when you’re both stoned out of your mind. there’s certainly nothing he loves more than filling you up, keeping himself tucked deep inside of you as the two of you cuddle up, finishing the last of the joint.

[tonitheloftwing]

Punch-Out!! Characters: Youngest to Oldest

This is intended as a resource, not strict guidelines that must be followed :p

If characters have different ages across games, their most recent appearance with a labeled age will take priority! For example, Mr. Sandman was 28/30 in SPO, but is 31 in Wii, so I’m going with his age in Wii.

Little Mac: 17

Heike Kagero: 19

Kid Quick*, Disco Kid, Narcis Prince: 20

Mike Tyson (in Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out!!): 21

Dragon Chan: 22

Aran Ryan, Don Flamenco: 23

Mario*: 24

Piston Hurricane: 25

Donkey Kong*: ~25

Bob Charlie: 26

Mad Clown, Super Macho Man: 27

Piston Hondo: 28

Great Tiger, Masked Muscle: 29

Mr. Sandman: 31

Bear Hugger: 32

Soda Popinski: 35

Bald Bull: 36

Glass Joe: 38

Von Kaiser: 42

Gabby Jay: 56

Mike Tyson (as of today - June 23rd, 2024): 57

Doc Louis*: 58

Hoy Quarlow: 78

Alice, Ape III, the arcade/Arm Wrestling Challenger, Carmen, Frank Jr, Kabuki, King Hippo, the Super Punch-Out Challenger, Money Holder, Mr. Dream, Nick & Rick Bruiser, Pizza Pasta, Wii’s referee, Bear Hugger’s squirrel, and Texas Mac all do not have any references to their age.

*Ambiguously Canon:

Kid Quick’s age comes directly from Disco Kid’s age. While there is no canon information on Kid Quick’s age, or a potential connection to Disco, we know from external factors - like Disco’s data being labeled “kidquick” in Wii, and the fact they’re from the same location and weigh the same amount - that they’re pretty much intended to be identical. Therefore, I believe that their age would be the same, too.

Mario’s age comes from a 2005 interview with Shigeru Miyamoto.

Donkey Kong’s age can be guesstimated around 25 years old, since in Yoshi’s Island DS, Mario & Donkey Kong are babies at the same time, although DK is delivered by the storks slightly before Mario. However, we don’t know if Punch-Out’s DK is the same as that DK, and DK has never had a canon age confirmed, period. So this is guesswork.

Doc Louis’s age comes from a Japanese translation of some Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out!! merchandise, which you can find here. However, his age is never mentioned in any of the games.

[sonnet-of-anarchy]

Ghosts’ Greggs order???

Captain: vegetable & beef pasty with a cup of tea (no milk) - perhaps a jam donut, as a treat. 🫖

Lady B: also black tea, maybe a cheese sandwich if she’s feeling adventurous or a vanilla slice. 🍰

Thomas: pumpkin spice/ vanilla latte or just some horrifically sweet, artsy coffee. Also a pain au chocolat or feta & tomato pasta. 🥐

Humphrey: chicken bake or tandoori chicken baguette with salt & vinegar crisps to put inside - probably a cappuccino too with extra chocolate sprinkles. ☕️

Mike: pepperoni pizza or cheese & onion bake - also a melon/grapefruit pot when he’s on a ‘health kick’ & a mocha. 🍈

Alison: latte, either an egg mayo sandwich or tuna crunch pasta. She also likes the hash browns they do at breakfast & an eclair. 🥪

Kitty: pink sugar donut/ triple choc cookie & hot chocolate. Hot ham and cheese baguette because the others had ‘too much other stuff in them’. 🍪

Mary: tomato soup & sausage, bean & cheese melt. Tried a latte but didn’t like it so just got bottled water. 🥫

Pat: bacon & omlette baguette or a ham & egg roll. Either is accompanied with a sausage roll & milky tea (possibly also a custard donut) 🥓

Julian: americano, large, with a Mexican chicken flatbread. Also a donut purely to put his finger through the hole. 🍩

Robin: like 5 steak bakes and a star-shaped cookie. Was once a novelty bun but they had to cut him off after he ate the plastic ring. 🧁

🩵 Reblog with other food chains if you wish!!!!

[androcola]

whats the boyses favorite food (alltogether or separate). pizza preferences.

YAAY

I think Micky has a million favorite foods, but his top favorites are mikes chili, mikes meatloaf, mikes egg salad, pretty much all of what mike cooks. he also LOVES mexican food!! and PASTA PASTA PASTA PASTA!!!!

mike is very particular. he has ARFID so any food deemed his Favorite food is lucky. he likes grits! it's a real comfort food for him, easy on the gut and always tasty 😋

peter really likes baked fish with lemon 😋😋😋 he really loves some good smoked salmon too😋

davys british so... who knows. I think he loves a good classic authentic fish and chip plate. he also loves some good curry !

as for pizza preferences, due to peters gluten intolerance idk if he can eat pizza. idk if there were any gluten free options for anything back in the 60s/70s/80s/90s etc etc but if he could eat pizza he'd love a nice veggie pizza

mikes not a huge pizza fan, but classic pepperoni is good enough for him 😋😋 anytime micky gets pizza mike will always be like "no no I don't want any it's all yours guys" but then a few minutes later he'll be seen wandering into the kitchen to grab some from the box,😋

Micky LOVES super mega supreme pizzas, he'd put every single topping imaginable if he could. INCLUDING pineapple. and when he gets the pizza, he'll cover it all over in hot red pepper flakes and just DIG IN!!!!!

Davy also enjoys supreme pizza :) but he refuses pineapple. he really enjoys extra bell pepper and black olives 🤤🤤he tries to have some of the supreme pizza Micky gets, but its so full of pepper flakes he can't stand it 😭😭

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

BBQ crackfic submission: OK, so Jonique's back, with her sister Courtney.

Mike is doing whatever Macaroni Phil said, and also glaring at everyone who thinks of putting ketchup on the pasta salad. Jonny is strumming a guitar while Layne sings. Colin is competently grilling burgers (not a Radiohead fan, don't really know anything about him, but from the pics here Colin just looks like *quiet competence*). Sister Courtney is offering grenadine vodka shots spiked with tabasco to anyone stopping by.

Jerry Cantrell and Kim Gordon show up on a horse.

Billie Joe who was only there to deliver pizza starts challenging Jerry and Kim to a duel

[dudeshusband]

i cannot decide helppp

[lavena]

Guess who unlocked a new trauma during the move in to college ✌ twas me your right. Anyway I figured this out cause I was brainstorming 07 Mikey and Don angst cause I need more of that in my life apparently and after working through it I had a moment of "wait that line I just made him say kind of resembled what I was thinking when x happened" and the the moment of realization... any way I decided why not write the fic.

Here we go, dont mind the trash story line there is a reason I don't write much, I can't get the idea on to paper before I changes in my head again.

A light knock was heard outside the lab,

"Hey Dee, I- I have to leave"

Donatello, fully invested in the toaster Leo had managed to break in the less than 3 months he's been back.

"What do you mean Mikey, your birthday gigs don't start till next week, unless Jessie decides Michael really needs a-"

As he turned around removing his glasses he noticed the duffle slung over his only little brothers shoulder.

"Oh you mean- I though we were done" he says, a sad look ghosting over his features.

"I did too, but-" Michelangelo says, a slight hitch in his throat as he look down to the left, biting his lower lip as his eyes become glassy, fingers clenching against the worn soft strap of the duffle.

"Okay" Donnie takes a breath as the word catches in his throat. He forces a swallow before continuing,

"Okay, how long do you think?"

"Shouldn't be more than an hour, two tops," he says shrugging, shoulders remaining by his ears, " It hasn't left my mind since Thursday, its all planned out"

God, Donnie was gonna bang his big brothers skulls together, but that wouldn't help anything.

Taking a deep breath Don placed a small smile on his face, nowhere near reaching his eyes like when Mikey would come home and sneak him a piece of carrot cake back when Leo and Raph would still get on his shell for messing up his eating habits.

"Okay, I'll pop up in about an hour and join you. I'll bring some Antonio's with me, just for me and you, those bozos can have cold pasta,"

Michael's eyes rose again to meet his, a small smile spreading, "and you'll have Woody make it?"

Rolling his eyes Donnie responds, " yes, yes of course just the way you like it, too much cheese for any sane person and a bad of skittles"

A fond look comes over Mikeys features before fading again as a thought crosses his mind.

" I'll- I'll see you then, I love you Donnie,"

Turning on his heel and speeding away Mikey leaves for either of their big brothers can come and ask where he is going.

" I love you too Mike" Donnie says quietly, concern spreading deep into his bones.

Shaking out his suddenly cold fingers, Don turns to finish fixing the damn toaster, quicker this time, like shell was mike gonna be alone for an hour, give him fourty and he'll be out there with his little brother figuring out where the hell his mind was going.

Donnie Slipped out of the layer forty-five minutes later, not noticing the two shadows following him as he called Antonio's and asked for Woodys, Mikey style pizza, a box of garlic bread sticks, and a whole container fit for a family of 6 worth of cinnamon bites because fuck it if his little wasn't going to have a good rest of his night. Mikey deserved so much more than what he could provide, but Donnie was more than ready to compensate in any way he could.

Reaching the manhole cover, he pushed himself out, taking a deep breath of that sweet sweet New York air, pollution and all. Slipping into an alley and beginning his trek to the warehouse district where he knew his little brother would be. Once more unaware of the shadows following after from the rooftop above.

As he stepped closer and closer to his brothers secret spot he could hear faintly Modern Day Cain playing out, most certainly damaging his little brothers ears given he could hear it from down the alley, a spray can on its last dredges, like spray nothing more than aerosol at this point.

Michelangelo stands stalk still as he presses his finger so hard against nozzle that his arm shakes, staring at the point where the deep green should be coming from, as of willing it to refill and let him continue. The sing switched to Until I end Up Dead and he threw against the wall across from him by the time kick drum was hit a third time, managing to hit off the wall and into a bag strategically placed with the rest of the empty cans.

Reaching down Mikey grabbed the same color from his bag of full cans, spraying the spot he was so focused on before just standing there, staring past the wall 5 inches from the tip of his beak, getting lost in his mind again.

By the time the song ran its course and switch to another, Mikey had dropped the can, taking four paces back and letting his shell thump harshly against the neighboring wall and sliding down, dragging his headphones off and letting the clatter to the ground.

"Hey don" mikey says quietly, leaving his head to hang between where he rested his arms and his knees.

"Hey Mike" Donnie said sliding down next to his brother and bumping shells with him.

"Whats eating at you today bud? I though it was better now that they're back"

Mikey looked up into Donnies eyes, water filling them as he stood up with a hurt laugh.

"They might be back, but they're not here Donnie"

Don looks up at his brother a little confused.

" They're here, but they're not with us Don, they're leaving, pulling away, and I-" his voice finally broke as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"I don't think we are enough to make them stay Don,"

Even quiter this time

"I don't think I'm enough to make you stay" as Michelangelo turned around to look at his newest project.

A mural to Donnie, standing in his lab doors, looking past the viewer, as though longing for something far out of reach.

"Its all I can think about Don, they don't want to be here and neither do you"

"Mikey what, no I-"

"No Donnie, No, you don't, you're not meant to be stuck in that stupid lab with those stupid computers and those stupid phone calls,"

"No, I love the lab, Mikey I could never-"

"You used to love the lab, you loved it before it become a chore, before being in that lab meant you had to try to keep this family from falling apart, before when you could make things and fix things because you had the time, not because it was written into your schedule. Donnie you don't deserve that, you should be taking your classes at NYCU and correcting the teacher when they get details about particle fission wrong and you should be happy, but I'm making you stay cause I can't grow up, cause I can't handle when they yell at eachother, and you get this look in your eye sometimes Don, and I know you just want to be anywhere but here, and I can't-"

"Michael! Stop! Breathe please."

Mikey didn't even realize it but he'd brought his shaking hands to his chest as he sobbed, falling into his brothers embrace, sliding to the hard gravel as his knees have out.

" Donnie I can't do it, I can't be alone, I just can't"

Donnie had came to the back of mikeys shell, grabbing it by lip, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes.

"And you never will, Michael No matter what I will always be here, I am not leaving you ever."

Don hiccuped as tears streamed down his cheeks

"Mikey I could never leave you, never, you are my only little brother otouto, you've been with me since the start of all this stupid shit and never once have I though it would be better to leave you, Mikey I could never"

Anyway I haven't a clue how to end this, and as I said before, I have no clue how to write down whats in my head, so this came out so much different than what originally made me figure out I have another note to add to my eventual therapy list.

Anyway my whole thought process came from me being a Kinship foster kid, meaning I was fostered by a family member, in my case My Great Aunt, I was later adopted by her when I was about 7(I think) so I obviously have some emotional problems regarding family leaving me and I just move into college, my guardian got upset at me and treated to leave even though we had this whole trip planned for her birthday and everything. Anyway this happened 3 time over 2 days and on the third time I begged her to stay, saying I really wanted this trip to go smoothly and for her to enjoy her birthday, or was a whole crying fest for me while her daughter didn't really help the situation by mentioning how she is kind of emotionally abusive. Ended with her leaving for an hour leaving me under the assumption she wasn't coming back, but she did because she forgot her sleeping machine (cpap). In the end while I was thinking out fanfic scenarios in my head I kind of had what the beginning of this story had, up to mikey telling Don that he doesn't think he is enough to make don stay. It kind of hit me I was modeling his feelings after my new found fear that even If I was sobbing and begging her to stay, she wouldnt.

Anywhoodle hope you enjoyed my attempt at a fic

Much love 💘

[kyriemrmister]

tw time prison fic but

the po honda civic post was on my dash and even though there's So Much Wrong with the time prison fic there's also some lines and moments that live in my head rent-free because i love to torment myself with continuing to read it

(elw*nn j*mes my beloathed, tw for mentions of genitalia, daddy kink, slurs, madness combat mentions, sex jokes, five nights at freddy's mentions, pee jokes, poop jokes, sexualization of minors in a smutless manner, mention of drugs and drug trips, and the fact this is a long post about a very cursed crossover fic that i can describe as 'loud house revamped meets tails gets trolled' quite easily. don't click the read more if you can't handle/have triggers towards these things, just scroll past and don't barge into my askbox about it. curate your experience or perish.)

socks getting drunk on vanilla extract (like the meme) and hallucinating that ghosts stole his balls, and the narration reiterating that since he's transmasc he wasn't born with them

oc catgirl fursona tells him that. which only convinces socks that ghosts timetravelled back in time, went into his mother's womb, stole his balls and made him trans

scooby-doo parody in the reboot that involves socks, seiya, shiryu and hyoga trying to bust a ghost in a manner like ghostbusters that somehow shoves a half life full life consequences ("zombie goasts leave this place") AND a the exorcist ("the power of christ compels you") reference one after the other in the dialogue (hyoga says both) and when that doesn't work seiya just tries to intimidate the ghost by flirting/screaming at it

said sequence also involves seiya calling shiryu an 'egirl son of a bitch' (??? i guess shiryu's daphne?) and the ghost isn't even a ghost, it's davy jones in the onion armor from the dark souls memes and davy is just delivering catnip to oc catgirl fursona

seiya is punished for there not being any actual ghost and is forced to clean clearly self-insert mike nesmith's fireplace in a sexy catgirl maid outfit

ikki in this fic works for peppino's pizza as a delivery person and his first delivery is to snick's house, who transforms into, not snick.exe but a 'sanic'-ified version of himself and chases ikki while the sanic meme music plays, bassboosted low quality and all

oc madness combat employer makes mike nesmith x reader fics and they are accidentally printed on the group's printer and this somehow leads to the fic's version of mike porking her

peppino gets a giant purple pizza cutter with angelic runes that translate to the 'pizza pasta put it in a box' ditty, and when they're read out loud the person that read the runes gets attacked by a horde of ghost rats

micky asking if davy needs anything at the store. davy says she wants to fuck. micky's response is, verbatim: "they don't have that."

the peppino weed trip sequence that is set to running in the 90s, features peppino getting beat up by a plethora of cameos, including jd knudson from loud house revamped, cecil from nightvale, and the fish from sharktale

also it ends with him getting jumpscared by freddy fazbear, and then "you have hurt peppino" in the dark souls font with that "game over yeeeeaaaah" soundclip playing over it

messing with the storyline of head (1968) somehow by having the setting's gods trap the victor mature character in the traptanium from fuckign skylanders. this traptanium powers a city in the arctic btw

one bit that takes place in peppino's has the noise breaking through the wall, t-posing, in a sexy catgirl maid outfit (when one of these is involved in the story its always a joke btw) and the fuckibg nyan cat song plays at full volume

peppino's response is um, this: "You sonnuva rotten lasagna! I'm gonna beat-a the mcfuckin' shit outta you and your tiny little dick!"

he doesn't get to. ikki just uses the phoenix cloth and 'omae wa mou shindeiru's him while saying that line verbatim

seiya and hyoga argument that involves the lines 'fuck your stupid baka life' and 'if it pisses like a duck it shits like one too'

mike breaks up the argument and seiya calls him 'daddy'. mike slaps him and kinkshames him because he's not part of the harem and therefore cannot call him daddy

also the time prison bit originates from an actual plot development that never gets mentioned again where the guy who gets thrown there and talks about it is kyle carrozza of funny music project and mighty magiswords fame

luke ski gets tossed into the sea of japan and becomes, basically, monica from ddlc and gets so clingy and attached to kyle he erases his GODDAMN IRL WIFE from existence

the ending of the original fic involves mike killing valo by using an attack so powerful it just destroys the entirety of reality (previously established to be everything fictional, including fanfiction, as well as our reality) and everyone and everything in it and it breaks everything so bad reality as a whole has to be rebooted

i wouldn't recommend it.

[atypical-artisan]

Merry Christmas punchy friends!! Have some christmas headcanons (Since I've been delayed in my gingerbread ships n other things i've promised, sorry, they'll come out by new years i promise!!)

[charlestonbusinessdirectory]

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Foodie Paradise: Where to Dine in Charleston, SC Shop Local Charleston, SC Businesses [ad_1] Charleston, South Carolina is a city known for its rich history, stunning architecture, and vibrant culture. But one of the main reasons visitors flock to this charming seaside town is for its exceptional dining scene. From Southern classics to innovative fine dining, Charleston has something to offer every type of foodie. If you're planning a trip to Charleston and want to indulge in some of the best cuisine the city has to offer, here are some top recommendations for where to dine. 1. Husk Located in a charming historic home in downtown Charleston, Husk is a must-visit for anyone looking to experience traditional Southern cuisine with a modern twist. Executive Chef Sean Brock is a James Beard Award winner known for his innovative take on classic Lowcountry dishes. Be sure to try the restaurant's famous shrimp and grits, made with locally-sourced ingredients and bursting with flavor. 2. FIG For a more upscale dining experience, head to FIG, a renowned restaurant located in the heart of Charleston's historic district. Chef Mike Lata is a James Beard Award winner known for his focus on sustainable seafood and locally-sourced ingredients. The menu at FIG changes daily based on what's fresh and in season, so you can be sure you're getting the best of the best. 3. The Obstinate Daughter If you find yourself on nearby Sullivan's Island, be sure to check out The Obstinate Daughter, a popular restaurant with a laid-back atmosphere and a menu inspired by the flavors of Italy and the Lowcountry. The wood-fired pizzas and handmade pastas are not to be missed, and the restaurant's oceanfront location makes it the perfect spot for a romantic dinner or a leisurely lunch. 4. Xiao Bao Biscuit If you're in the mood for something a little different, make a reservation at Xiao Bao Biscuit, a hip Asian fusion restaurant located in downtown Charleston. The menu at Xiao Bao Biscuit features a mix of Chinese, Vietnamese, and Thai dishes made with locally-sourced ingredients and bold flavors. Be sure to try the Okonomiyaki, a savory Japanese pancake topped with a delicious blend of ingredients. 5. Hominy Grill For a true taste of classic Southern comfort food, head to Hominy Grill, a beloved Charleston institution located in a restored historic house. The menu at Hominy Grill features all of the Southern classics you could ever want, from fried green tomatoes to shrimp and grits to fried chicken. Be sure to save room for dessert, as the restaurant's famous coconut cake is not to be missed. Conclusion Charleston, South Carolina is a foodie paradise with a dining scene that is as rich and diverse as the city's history and culture. Whether you're in the mood for traditional Southern cuisine, innovative fine dining, or international flavors, Charleston has something to offer every type of food lover. The next time you're planning a trip to Charleston, be sure to check out some of these top restaurants for a culinary experience you won't soon forget. [ad_2] EXPLORE MORE: Places to eat in Charleston SC FIND: Things to do in Charleston SC CHARLESTON BUSINESS OWNERS: Get a Free Business Profile FIND BUSINESSES: Charleston Business Directory BE SEEN: Advertise Your Business Here #PLACES_TO_EAT

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Between the Stork and Mortimer’s, Baby Café Society Packs Serafina

Mike Ghadamian is a regular at Serafina, an Italian restaurant on Madison Avenue at 79th Street. Sitting at a candlelit

Mike Ghadamian is a regular at Serafina, an Italian restaurant on Madison Avenue at 79th Street. Sitting at a candlelit table on a recent Friday evening, he took a sip of his complimentary drink and pointed to the table behind him.

“See that table?” he said in a raspy voice. “That’s table No. 50. That’s our table.” A waiter stopped to pat his back. “They know me very well here,” Mr. Ghadamian told a guest. He ordered “the usual,” penne alla vodka. “I haven’t changed my dish in months,” he said.

He smiled, revealing a mouth full of braces. Mike Ghadamian is 15. His complimentary drink: a Diet Coke.

Over the past two years, Serafina has served as a kind of dining club for the youth of the Upper East Side. On weekend nights between 7 and 10 p.m., the top floor of the bi-level restaurant–a pretty room with a brick floor, wicker chairs and a canvas roof that can be removed in the summer–fills up with pink-cheeked teenage Manhattanites chowing down on chicken paillard and $15 brick-oven pizzas as they make their plans for the latter part of the evening. Unlike their suburban counterparts, who make do with burgers and fries at McDonald’s, they aren’t fazed by Serafina’s $15 minimum food charge. “They all have mom and dad’s gold card,” said the restaurant’s general manager.

“It’s probably one of the more expensive places I go,” said Alison Goldfrank, a freshly scrubbed blond freshman at the Spence School. “But the food is amazing, so the prices are reasonable for food that great.”

“It’s a social place, and it’s nice,” said Jessica Haber, a freshman at Horace Mann School, who said she eats at Serafina almost every weekend. “It’s a bit pricey, but the food is really good,”

“The inside is cool and the food is awesome,” said Olivia Palermo, a freshman at St. Luke’s who used to go to Nightingale. “I go there maybe three times a month, and I usually see like five people I know.”

As he tucked into his penne, Mike Ghadamian looked happy. He’d had to go to a Shabbat family dinner at his grandmother’s house before he was released to go to his favorite restaurant.

At about 7:15 p.m., a redheaded 15-year-old boy, dressed in a baggy sweater and loose jeans, sat down with his older sister, a strawberry blonde wearing a gray shirt tucked into slim-fitting jeans. She looked at the menu while he talked on his cell phone. A few minutes later, two 16-year-old boys wearing baggy jeans and large sweatshirts arrived, high-fived the redheaded kid, then sat at their own table nearby. Three young women with long, straight hair came in and began self-consciously smoking cigarettes. By 8 p.m., two thirds of the room was filled with Upper East Side teens.

“Here’s how it works,” said one sophomore from Collegiate School. “We go with a big group of friends, everybody takes out their cell phones and puts them on the table, then we get a phone book and figure out where we’re going that night.”

“I always go with big groups,” said a blond, ponytailed freshman from the Dalton School. “And they yell at us because we all share plates and it’s really confusing.”

“You can always tell the high-schoolers because they travel in packs,” said Shalonda Harris, one of Serafina’s night managers. She said that nine times out of 10, she directs the teenagers to the top floor.

“I’m pretty sure they reserve the top floor for teens,” said Ms. Goldfrank, “because whenever I go with my dad, we sit on the first floor.”

The favorite menu item of most of the teens is Penne Alla Stolichnaya. Which brings up the question: If they like vodka in their pasta, are they getting away with ordering it in their drinks?

The general manager said the restaurant is strict about making sure that they only serve those with proper identification.

“They do ask for ID, but a lot of my friends have fake ones and they get served all the time,” claimed one freshman.

“Oh, they never serve us alcohol,” said Mr. Ghadamian.

“Of course not,” added his friend Steven Chase, a sophomore at the Horace Mann School.

The staff doesn’t seem to mind the teen explosion.

“So far they have never been a problem,” said Abul Waliullah, who has been waiting tables at Serafina for four years. “They’re really nice and they tip O.K.”

Mike Ghadamian finished his penne and wiped his mouth. “I get treated like a king here,” he said. “I didn’t even order these Cokes.”

N.Y.’s

Manhattan’s pampered young males are in a panic. They may have money, they may have love, but they have no Kiehl’s.

For several weeks now, well-scrubbed young men in New York City have been cursing the mysterious disappearance of Kiehl’s Ultimate Men’s After Shave Moisturizer, the cultishly popular yellow, odorless facial lotion made by the venerable cosmetics manufacturer (established 1851).

“Of course I know about it [the Kiehl’s shortage]!” said a 32-year-old Manhattan attorney who, after confessing to keeping an “arsenal” of Kiehl’s products, asked that his name not be used. “It kills me!”

A Kiehl’s spokesperson confirmed the after-shave shortage, describing it as national. “We’ve been out of stock for six weeks,” she said. “We have requests daily for it.”

Face-Men Frenzy

Manhattan’s pampered young males are in a panic. They may have money, they may have love, but they have no Kiehl’s.

For several weeks now, well-scrubbed young men in New York City have been cursing the mysterious disappearance of Kiehl’s Ultimate Men’s After Shave Moisturizer, the cultishly popular yellow, odorless facial lotion made by the venerable cosmetics manufacturer (established 1851).

“Of course I know about it [the Kiehl’s shortage]!” said a 32-year-old Manhattan attorney who, after confessing to keeping an “arsenal” of Kiehl’s products, asked that his name not be used. “It kills me!”

A Kiehl’s spokesperson confirmed the after-shave shortage, describing it as national. “We’ve been out of stock for six weeks,” she said. “We have requests daily for it.”

The spokesperson said the shortage was the result of the demand for the after-shave outstripping its production. She estimated that it would be back on shelves in New York by March 1.

But that is small consolation for the legions of New York men who–following years of post-pubescent, Aqua Velva agony–had finally settled upon a lotion for life.

“I love it!” publicist Jake Spitz, 26, said of the after-shave, which retails at $13.50 for four ounces and $20.50 for eight ounces. “It’s the first product I put on my face that worked.”

Mr. Spitz said he had recently tried to pick up some Kiehl’s after-shave as a 26th-birthday gift for his friend, the restaurant-guide scion Ted Zagat, but couldn’t find it anywhere. (Kiehl’s rations out its products to its own shop on Third Avenue and 13th Street, and to department stores like Barneys, Saks and Nieman Marcus.) He was forced to settle for other Kiehlsphernalia.

But other Kiehl’s after-shave devotees refused to take no for an answer. “I heard rumors that there was some being held under the counter at Barneys–if you know the right people,” said Boykin Curry, a 35-year-old investor. Alas, a reporter who checked that story out the next day was told firmly that no, the store had no more Kiehl’s.

–Deborah Schoeneman

Flash Fame

My girlfriend Rachel is one of those people who reads magazine listings, even though, to be honest, we hardly ever go anywhere. That explains how she found our photograph one night while flipping through the front pages of the Feb. 5 issue of The New Yorker .

We were on page 17. The photograph, by a man named Gus Powell, captured a crowded midday scene in front of the Amoco gas station at the busy northwest corner of Broadway and Houston Street. At the center was a lanky young black man surveying the intersection from his perch atop of a pair of pay telephones. Above him, on a billboard to his right, was a giant, shirtless, hairless Calvin Klein model.

I appeared in the foreground of the picture’s left side, looking upward with my left hand cupped over my eyes. Unshaven and wearing a hat advertising the then-hip, now-defunct Internet company Pseudo.com, I looked a tad haggard. Rachel, clad in overalls, was walking to my left, looking off in another direction.

“At first I just thought, ‘Hey, that blond woman looks a lot like me,'” Rachel said, “‘but she’s way too skinny.’ Then I thought, ‘That is me.’ A while later, I noticed you.”

“We’re famous,” I said.

“No,” Rachel replied. “We’re art.”

Everyone had their own take on the photograph. Rachel’s boss wanted to know what she was doing downtown at lunch. Rachel’s aunt, from Utah, had a practical take: “Wow–look at those gas prices!” she said. My dad e-mailed, comparing my physique unfavorably to the Calvin Klein model’s. (��Maybe the photographer was going for a

juxtaposition,” another person offered.)

These reconstructions were as good as ours: Try as we might, neither Rachel nor I could remember the moment at all.

When I met Gus Powell at the Ariel Meyerowitz Gallery in Soho, he understood our confusion immediately. “Kind of a Rashomon thing?” he said.

Mr. Powell was 6 feet 5 inches tall, lanky and 26, the same age as me. He looked like Milhouse van Houten from The Simpsons grown up: floppy hair, round glasses and a cashmere V-neck sweater-vest.

He grew up on East 58th Street and works as a freelance photo editor at The New Yorker (a -ha !). He said he takes most of his photographs while wandering around the city on his lunch break. (Hence the title of his series, “Lunch Pictures.”)

“You always find something that’s this ridiculous New York thing,” Mr. Powell explained. This time he was attracted to the man perched on the phone booths. Mr. Powell said he stood on the curb and began snapping pictures. “The thing that I always love is, some people check him out and some people don’t. Like, your girlfriend is checking him out.”

Mr. Powell continued: “For me the payoff is, when I’m walking and I see something remarkable, I don’t want to just nail the remarkable thing. I want to keep it in context … so then you become just as interesting. Because you help. You made the picture much better.”

I looked down at my shoes. “Well, thank you very much.”

On the way in, I had noticed that someone had already bought the photograph for $600. Apparently, that’s what being published in a major magazine can do.

This weekend, Rachel and I have a project: We’re cutting out page 17, framing it and hanging it in our bathroom.

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Loser. - Jacob Black X Mike Newton X Edward Cullen - 18+ MPreg - 6. Occupied

Riley Biers: 18, Xavier Samuel, Newborn Vamp TW: SA February 12th, 2006 9:05 PM Mike was still a little upset at what happened this morning. Jacob hasn't been texting him back, and Bella hasn't been coming to work, so he drove to La Push to confront him but was stopped. Mike tried to run him over, but he was too fast. Sam Uley stood before the SUV and told him they were dealing with werewolf stuff, and he couldn't be a part of it.

He kept trying to call him hands-free as he was driving to Seattle. Since Mike could drive by himself, they had been forcing him to go. He hated this long ass trip, but at least he got to hang out with his parents. He doesn't like his parent's views but still loves them. He would even sing and gossip with them on this trip.

He did errands for his parents, such as getting used Bibles from closing down churches, attending storage unit auctions, and picking up his mother's order from a furniture store. When he was done, he walked through the mall to a music store to listen to more audiobooks or CDs on his drive home.

He also spent a pretty penny on a tuxedo for the dance, he always had to use the hand-me-downs from his Uncle, and most of his clothes were from the 80s. Mike used some of his earnings to eat out before he had to head home, Romano's Macaroni Grill. The only food restaurant to eat at was Keatons in Forks, and that was mostly fried food. Port Angeles had some chains, but they would have to come to Seattle if they wanted good food.

He felt a little stupid going to the dance alone for two days. It was a combination of the winter formal and valentines Day so the school could save money. He was hoping that it was Eric calling him to tell him that he locked down most of the voters giving them 50% off coupons to Olympic Outfitters.... but it was Jacob.

"Hello..."

"Hey, Sam told me that you were trying to come see me. You want more of this-"

"Why haven't you been texting me back," Mike interrupted as Jacob had acted like he was 'the Man' after fucking him the other day.

"Oh, there are a couple of people after Bella. The Wolves are stepping in to protect her since vampires suck." Jacob said in a 'no big deal' tone.

"Should I be worried?"

"Nah, I marked my territory around your house and in your car, if you know what I mean,"

"I knew my car smelled different," Mike mumbled.

"Where are you at? Eric's again?" Jacob asked as he lay down on the branch outside Bella's room.

"I had to run some errands for my parents. I am eating on a balcony right now,"

"When are you going to be back? I miss your scent," Jacob said, and Mike blushed... he hated that it turned him on that Jacob was always smelling him.

"My food just came out, so probably four or so hours," Mike mumbled, wanting to be in bed. He wanted to convey how mad he was at Jacob, but it wasn't coming across as he missed him so much.

"Wait... 4 hours? Where are you," Jacob sat up, realizing he didn't answer the first time.

"Seattle?" Mike said, a little concerned that Jacob's tone had changed. "Hello?" Mike asked as he could tell Jake was quickly talking, but he was breaking up. He looked at his phone. "Sorry, I am losing service. I will text you when I am headed home,"

Mike chowed down on his pizza and 'built a pasta.' He put almost everything on the menu and loved every bite. He wiped his mouth with a napkin when he felt eyes on him. He turned to see in front of him to see a good-looking guy and a red-headed woman sitting at a table at the end of the balcony. He blushed but finished eating, giving the waitress a large tip before he left.

He still felt eyes on his back and was a little spooked. He asked a larger waiter to see him at his SUV, far from in the parking lot. He texted Jake that he was off, but when driving just outside the city. He saw it didn't end when he parked at a gas station. He kept trying to send it as he filled up his tank.

As he had downed several glasses of Dr. Peppers at lunch, he was icked out by the gas station. No one was there but one gas station attendant, there were blinking lights, and the sound of the buzzing light almost overpowered the highway. He locked his Escalade looking around before he ran into the station. He looked around for the bathroom but couldn't find it.

"Bathrooms are outside," The employee said without looking up from his magazine.

"Really?" Mike whined, and the man looked up, "I mean, can't I pay you, and I can use the employee bathroom? Going to outside bathrooms in creepy gas stations is like Horror Film 101,"

"Bathrooms. Are. Outside," He repeated, and Mike groaned. He told himself he was just being skittish, and he couldn't make it to drive to another gas station. He ran to the side of the station. and then to the other side as he went the wrong way.

Knocking on the door, he didn't hear anyone saying 'occupied.' so he turned the knob. He gasped as the first thing he saw was a man with black eyes looking down at him with a smirk. He recognized him as the guy staring at him at the restaurant. He stepped back before running to his car and screaming bloody murder, but the guy cupped his face.

"Come on inside..." Riley said with compulsion dripping out of his mouth, Mike tried to fight it, but he felt his body moving forward.

Mike was cornered into the bathroom as his omega was drawn to the vampire. He tried not to look into his eyes since Jake told him when he was face to face with a vampire as thats the main thing with compulsion. Riley still didn't know how not to play with his food, but Mike was so delicious. They didn't know he was with Bella's group before the phone call, but they had been stalking him throughout the day.

"Your scent has been driving me insane all day, even with that mutt's scent mixed in with it," Riley said, cupping Mike's face. He could feel the blood flowing through every vein in his body. Mike was shivering as he was terrified. He knew what he was. It didn't help that the man was freezing cold. He ripped Mike's shirt off and thumbed the mark on his neck.

Mike pushed at his chest, but he didn't budge. He felt an ice-like fit under his waist badly and down to prod his pretty hole. Mike's body betrayed him and slicked up. He moaned and lulled his head back, resting on the wall.

"I am going to turn you... you will be my plaything when Victoria is being difficult," Riley whispered in his ear, "I know you hate Bella. I could feel it when the mutt said her name."

"I-I don't, though," Mike whimpered as he rested his head on Riley's neck, letting down his guard as Riley found the vein in his neck before latching his teeth. He screamed and writhed in pain with the venom injected into his veins. The Newborn Vampire widened his eyes as he heard footsteps approaching. He was ready before the door was off the hinges. He vowed to himself that he would finish the job later and fully turn Mike, but he had to book it now.

"Shit..." Edward was torn between catching up with Riley, killing him, and helping Bella's friend writhing on the floor. He was an Omega, so the venom wasn't fatal to him. His body could naturally fight off anything.... but he was an empath. "Mike," Edward really didn't know his name. It was shot in the dark out of three names starting with M's.

"G-Go after him," Mike hissed as tears streamed down his face, "He mentioned Bella," Mike said, trying to be the bigger person as he was going through the worst pain his entire life. He felt lifted and pinned up against the wall in place as Edward was sucking the venom out of him.

Edward really struggled, even more than when he had to suck the venom out of Bella. Slight blood made it through with the venom, making his eyes dilate. It was unlike anyone he had drained before... If human blood was like cocaine for Vampires, the Omega's blood was heroin.

Mike panted as the venom escaped his body. A small amount was left as Edward didn't want to get any straight blood. Edward lapped his tongue over the bite to close it, panting along with Mike as he rested his head on the dirty tiles of the bathroom.

The Employee wasn't coming out of the station. He knew what had happened in these streets. "E-Edward?"

"It's okay, I am okay... just need a minute to recuperate," Edward was fighting the urge to drain Mike. It was good that Carlisle had made Emmett come after them when word got around Mike was in Seattle. Bella was the only human Carlisle had gotten attached to in centuries, but he needed to ensure he was safe with all the opportunities with Mike.

"Eddie, you okay?" Emmett asked, stepping into the bathroom. Mike looked at the corner of the room, not wanting to look into Emmett's eyes. Eric wasn't really a detective. The Cullens knew Mike was a little obsessed with Emmett as he stared at him constantly. "The Douche is going to kill you if you bite him..."

"I'm good... I'm good," Edward licked his lips and dug his nails into his palms. "Take him to his car... I need to eat," He bit his lip, and Emmett quickly relieved him. Edward left a cold gust leaving Mike freezing and vulnerable. He quickly crossed his arms over his chest as he felt a little self-conscious about his budding nipples.

Emmett hadn't touched a human for decades; remembering he had to be gentle, he took off his coat and wrapped it around Mike's shoulder. This bathroom was so disgusting he didn't want to pick the shirt up off the floor and put it back on him.

"Can you walk, or are you lightheaded," Emmett asked.

"Yes..." Mike said and stepped, but the bathroom was swirling in his vision. Emmett chuckled and picked him up, toting him to the car.

"He is safe. Edward is eating," Emmett pulled out his phone and called Bella, knowing that Jacob could hear him. Trying to avoid the mutt was pointless as he snatched the phone from Bella.

"He was bitten, who bit him... I am going to rip their necks off and feed them to vultures while he is still alive," Jacob rambled nonsense, showing Bella how much he cared about Mike.

"He was bitten by the same Vampire that was snooping around Bella's room, Victoria's bitch," Emmett said, snapping in Mike's face and ensuring he was responsive. He heard Alice trying to calm Jacob down, saying he was an Omega and wouldn't turn.

"We will get him later. I can see it... Does Mike need anything? You can feel what he is deficient in," Alice spoke, but Jacob growled, jumping out of the window as he felt himself near shifting. "Em, is he responsive?" She could hear the snaps.

"Sort of. I think he is just nervous around me," Emmett said, and Mike blushed, "When Edward gets back, I will go into the store and buy him some Gatorade and crackers,"

"We need you back here as you're the strongest. Tell Edward he needs to drive Mike back," Alice told him, and Emmett nodded, trying to get Mike to tell him what happened before Edward arrived.

------- TW: Mentioned Childhood Abuse 10:59 PM Mike was still sipping on his Gatorade and trembling as they made it through Elwha. Mike was understandably weary around vampires. It was a little comical that Edward was putting up with listening to High School Musical with Mike on the way home. He turned down the radio slightly to talk.

"Michael..." Edward spoke, and Mike flinched but then looked at Edward, "Michael was the name of the first person I drained the life from... he was a rapist-murderer in London, England. He was a horrible person, but I guess you are okay..."

"Is that why you don't like me?"

"Huh? Of course not," Edward scoffed, "You're not the same person... I don't like humans. You're a good friend to Bella, though, even though it seems she isn't as good to you,"

"So, one of the first things you ever say to me is that I have the same name as a murderer?"

"I didn't mean it like that... I am not a talker. Ask Bella." Edward furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at the innocent human. "I am so sorry I wasn't here earlier... my Uncle used to..." Edward said that before he stopped, no one knew about his childhood trauma. "I'm... I'm just sorry."

"It's not your fault... either one," Mike said, looking down, "The camp counselor at the church camp my parents sent me to when I was six used to touch me... they didn't believe me when I told them and kept sending me back," Mike said, and Edward was surprised at the honesty. It took him over a century to talk about what happened to him.

"What the hell?" Edward asked himself, and Mike widened his eyes as he had just told one of his darkest secrets, "Not you," Edward placed a hand on Mike's shoulder as he pulled over.

"What are you doing? Why are you pulling over," Mike said, and Edward gave an annoyed look as he pointed into the woods. For the first time, Mike saw Jacob in all his wolf glory jumping out of the woods and forming back into his human. They were almost an hour away from Forks, and he had been running since he jumped out of Bella's window.

When he saw him, Mike pulled at the handle, and Edward unlocked the doors. They tackled each other in an embrace. While Jacob wanted to do the same, Mike was sobbing but staying strong.

"Thank you, Bloodsucker," Jacob said, hiding his face in Mike's neck, sucking and licking at his wound to improve it. "I got it..." He said, and Edward gave him a nod stepping out of the Escalade and running back to Bella's house. "I love you," Jacob said for the first time and nuzzled his nose into Mike's neck, comforting him as he cried, "I am so sorry I wasn't protecting you..." Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).

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