The World's Best Pasta

This is an essay that I wrote when I was in high school. I am a really lazy guy, so I never exactly enjoyed writing, but I remember putting an unusual amount of effort into this one for some odd reason. I might have low standards, but I think it turned out pretty decent if I say so myself. Tell me what you guys think! (By the way I am really sorry for the messed up alignment. I am kinda new to the forum so if anyone could tell me how to fix it that would be wonderful.)



In 1999, Giovanni Conti, a gifted chef owned a worldwide famous restaurant in Milano, Italy. He was the head chef at his restaurant, along with four other cooks in the kitchen. Conti’s specialty was pasta, and he was capable of making every kind one can possibly imagine. Moreover, his pasta was fantastic and at the same time they were cheap. The market price of pasta in Milano was eight to twelve euros. Yet, Conti’s pasta was not only delightful, but it was only five euros. For being both delectable and financially priced, Conti’s pasta attracted countless of customers from all social classes. In fact, it grew so popular that even royals and nobles from other countries would visit Italy just to enjoy the epicurean delight of his pasta.
As time went by, Conti’s pride and confidence in his talent in culinary art grew bigger along with his fame. However, he had no great desire for money, for he already had enough. One day, Conti posted a huge poster in front of his restaurant: “If the food tastes bad, the food is free.” The next day, the world was astonished by his poster. Conti’s food may be celestial, but he had made an audacious move, since anyone can lie that the food tasted bad, no matter how wonderful it was. But, Conti could care less; if he could spread his fame throughout the world, he would be more than pleased to pay the price to do so. Besides, months after he posted the poster, there was no significant change in his income. It came to Conti as a pleasant surprise that his income in fact, increased after he posted the poster.
During one snowy winter day, Conti was closing up the restaurant with one of his cooks, Antonio Moretti. It was 11:45 at night, and there was a small snowstorm outside. Conti was cleaning the empty tables, and Moretti was washing the dishes in the kitchen. Just when Conti was about to flip the open sign at the door, an old man with a young child came in. They both looked extremely hungry, and they were shivering due to the cold. The anxious looking old man slowly spoke,
“Is the restaurant still open? My grandson wanted to eat some pasta, and this was the only shop that had lights on.” Conti smiled and pleasantly answered,
“Of course, if someone wishes to eat some pasta, they sure can and should.” Conti guided the two customers to an empty table with two seats, and handed them the menu. The young child quickly opened the menu, and pointed at the pasta that he wanted. With a frail smile, the old man ordered the one pasta that his grandson wanted. “All right, one linguine pasta it is. We will prepare it immediately.” Conti replied. Conti snapped his fingers, and Moretti quickly started cooking the pasta in the kitchen. In few minutes, the pasta was ready, and Conti swiftly placed the plate it in front of the young boy. The young boy’s dark brown eyes instantly illuminated as he observed the exquisiteness of fragrant odor and the scrumptious look of the pasta. He slowly picked up the fork beside him and started to devour the pasta. The old man observed his grandson with a grin, and so did Conti from the kitchen. As the young boy enjoyed his food, he asked his grandfather,
“Grandpa, how come you are not eating any pasta? It is amazing!” The old man beamed at his grandson nervously and answered weakly,
“Grandpa doesn’t like pasta.” The young boy quickly went back to eating without any thought, and within seconds, finished his dish without leaving a string of noodle. The young boy quietly asked his grandfather,
“Grandpa, can I have another one?” The old man became even more anxious when his grandson asked him that question. The old man put his hands in his pockets, and noticed that he only had one bill of five euros. He was unable to afford for another plate of pasta. The old man looked down at his laps with nervousness, for he was unable to answer his grandson’s question. He slowly looked up, and the old man’s heart struck hard when he witnessed his grandson’s yearning and hungry look. Just when the old man was about to say “no” to his grandson, a sudden shout jumped them up from their seats. Conti yelled at Moretti inside the kitchen as he smashed an expensive plate at the floor.
“This is the most disgusting pile of flour I have ever tasted in my life!” Conti screamed with outrage. “Not only is the noodle thick as a bat, but it taste horrible as if it was unfermented. To make it worse, what is with the nauseating taste of the sauce? This is the lowest form of pasta that I have ever witnessed in my life! Hurry up and remake two delicious ones immediately!” Moretti looked a little surprised, but he did not make a single sound and quickly went to work. A couple of minutes later, two very delicious looking pastas were completed, and Conti brought them over to the table.
“I am extremely sorry for the previous pasta. I have remade the linguine, and this time it will taste much better than the previous one. And of course, you do not need to pay for these.” The old man and the young boy were stunned and they were unable to think of any words to say. As Conti walked away to the kitchen, the old man and the young child started eating the pastas. The young boy had a huge smile as he ate the pasta, but the old man was crying. The pasta was the most delicious pasta that he has ever eaten in his life, and tears were falling out of his eyes like a waterfall.

my ocd :D

You can break lines just like in plain text(enter). You can use the align tools which is [align=(left/right/center/justify)] and other stuff in the toolbox

Nonetheless, this is like one of those short stories they put in those books that teach children proper values and such.

Thanks so much for the correction and info! And yeah, I enjoyed reading short fiction stories since I was young, so I used some of the ones that I read in the past as a reference when I wrote this.