When we stood in front of it； the glass door swung open at once； and a beautiful waitress said wele to us as she led us to the second floor。 The environment of the Pizza hut was indeed enjoyable。 It was lit by many *all lamps on the ceiling。 These tables were laid with glittering china plates and polished knives and forks。 After we settled down at a square table； another young waitress emerged with two ornate menus。
Examining the menus in curiosity； Rachel and I discussed about food here animatedly。
“My friends told me there was a kind of dessert which tastes very delicious。 I want to find it out and order it。” Said Rachel； hastily checking the menu cover to cover； “Right； here it is！” She let out an excited shout； pointing at a certain picture。 I pulled the menu nearer to read the name of it： “Firenze Tiramisu？ How does it taste？” “Oh； it has the chocolate fl*or； with many tiers which mix cream； ice…cream and cake。” Then she turned to the waitress； “I want Firenze Tiramisu。” “Me too！” I added quickly。
“Hey； what kind of pizza do you two prefer？” asked mom； helping us turn the menu to the particular page which contained various pizza； and all of them made you feel hungry at the sight of them。
“we would like the one boasts different fl*ors！” answered Rachel and I。 Then we said： “the Super Supreme Pan Pizza will be suitable。” Mom told the waitress； “We want the 6 inches Super Supreme Pan Pizza。”
“We h*e a few specials on the menu these da