One Red Dog.
Lights flashed. Cars roared. All the sounds of an evening Wellington metropolis echoed through my body as I sat next to Elliott, endlessly chatting about life. It was the 12th of August, my tenth birthday and we were headed to One Red Dog (the world’s best restaurant) to celebrate with and elaborate dinner of pizzas.
Elliott, dad and I pulled up outside a closed shop to wait for Clare, Olivia and mum. Me and Elliott stood on a low wall and started trying to guess what food we would order. “I predict that I shall purchase a raspberry spider!” I proclaimed with one hand on my hip and the other pointing to the stars. We both collapsed in a fit of laughter.
Finally Clare, Olivia and mum arrived. Elliott and I hopped of the wall and started to walk to One Red Dog. On the way we ran into the “magical scaffold walkway of destiny”, as I called it. We ran across it, making it sound like Zeus was very angry. It was a very long scaffold walkway, but we didn’t mind. I did a huge jump that sounded like thunder echoing down the scaffold walkway. It was extremely ridiculously stupidically fun.
After a fair-sized walk we arrived at One Red Dog. A waitress showed us to our table and we sat down and looked at the drinks menu. As I predicted earlier, I ordered a raspberry spider. It was amazingly tasty. After drinks we ordered food. We got a three little pigs pizza, a hawaiian pizza, and a pepperoni pizza. It took a while, but eventually they came. We stuffed ourselves full, payed the bill, and left to have cake back home.
It was really really really really fun. The best bit was probably a huge battle between cake and hanging out by the giant (I’m pretty sure they were) kina sculptures. It was soooo fun that if someone invented time travel I would go back and re-live that moment forever.