If you're planning something with them, expect a consult-first approach: I had a sit-down where they asked about guest count, vibe, and budget, then presented menu tiers and optional bar packages. They were good at suggesting flow — cocktail hour near the entrance, dinner in the private dining area, dessert station tucked by the windows — and they offered AV and decor contacts if I wanted extras. I appreciated that they had clear pricing for service fees and optional add-ons like passed hors d'oeuvres or late-night snacks, so there were no surprises.
For catering they offered both plated meals for seated dinners and buffet/station setups for more casual events. They accommodated allergies and provided a tasting for larger events. The coordination felt professional yet warm, and the team made sure timing and plating were handled so I could actually enjoy the party instead of babysitting the food.
There’s a cozy, community feel to how they manage events that I genuinely like. For smaller gatherings they’ll set aside a private nook and tailor a menu; for larger affairs they provide full-service catering with servers and bar staff. They’re good with dietary needs — I’ve seen them label dishes clearly and create vegan or gluten-free options without fuss.
Booking involved a simple contract, a deposit, and a timeline for final numbers; the staff handled setup, timing, and cleanup so hosts could relax. Their drop-off catering is tidy and dependable if you don't need full service. Overall, I found their approach practical and personable, which made hosting less stressful and more fun.
I've thrown a few parties at Nawa Bistro and I still get a tiny thrill thinking about how smoothly everything came together. The place treats private events with real attention: you can book an intimate private room or arrange a full-restaurant buyout, and they walk you through menu customization, wine pairings, and service style (plated, family-style, or stations). They offered a tasting before my big dinner so I could tweak spice levels and vegetarian options.
On the catering side they’re flexible — they do full-service catering with staff who set up, serve, and clean, and they also offer drop-off trays if you just need food transported. For my event they provided servers, a designated lead contact who handled timing, and even coordinated with my florist so the evening flowed without hiccups. Dietary restrictions were handled carefully, which mattered to half my guest list.
Logistics were straightforward: a deposit held the date, a written contract spelled out minimum spend and service charge, and final headcount was due a few days before. I loved their calm, professional vibe; it made hosting feel effortless and I left with guests asking for the chef’s recipe, so yeah—highly recommended from my side.
What stuck with me was how relaxed everything felt even though we had a complicated guest list: kids, vegans, and a couple of last-minute plus-ones. I’d describe Nawa’s event handling as modular — pick a space, pick a service level, and then personalize the menu. For my brother’s rehearsal dinner they suggested a family-style layout that encouraged sharing and conversation, and the catering team showed up on time, plated beautifully, and cleared discreetly.
They also offer boxed catering for casual lunches and corporate drop-offs, which I’ve used for weekend game nights — the boxes arrived warm and labeled, which made setup painless. The bar options were flexible too: limited bar, open bar, or consumption-based billing, with recommended cocktails that complemented the menu. Contracts covered the basics (deposit, final headcount window, cancellation policy) and their event lead was reachable the week of the event, smoothing last-minute changes. I left impressed by how adaptable and friendly their crew was, and I keep recommending them to friends who want food that actually gets talked about afterward.
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Emily, a stunning 22 year old, was raised by her mother. She returned home from college for the summer, with plans to spend the holiday with her mom, an esteemed private chef in Los Angeles.
But when her mother falls too ill to fulfill a high-profile summer job, She is forced to take her place.
She never expected her summer to involve working for Liam Black,the city's most sought after bachelor.
Will they blur the lines or keep things strictly professional?
One summer job, everything changes…..
When Manhattan’s most successful billionaire, Alessio Castelli, hires me to be his personal cook, I’m determined not to fall for him.
Too bad he’s simply too hot to resist.
He says I’m not his type, but he watches me like I’m his next obsession… and when his control finally snaps, he claims me as his, unable to stay away from me.
What starts as temptation quickly turns into something far more dangerous; because men like Alessio don’t love. They possess.
Just when I begin to believe I might mean more to him than a secret in his bed, a previous lover from his past returns… pregnant and claiming the child is his.
Now I’m trapped between the man who refuses to let me go and the kind of heartbreak that will ruin me for good, because I’m already hopelessly in love with him.
And the worst part?
Walking away from him might be harder than staying.
At the five-star hotel where the blind date was set, leftover takeout was complimentary.
I liked their Australian lobster and Poule de Bresse en Vessie. I packed my own portion and even helped box up what my date hadn't finished.
Just as I picked up the bags to leave, he grabbed me with a dark look and demanded, "Jennifer, we agreed to split the bill. What gives you the right to take all the food?"
I explained that he wouldn't be able to finish it anyway, and if we didn't take it, it would just be thrown away.
He let out a cold laugh.
"I paid for that food. Even if I toss it, that's none of your concern. Looks to me like you've been waiting for a chance to take advantage. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person.
"I'd rather feed these leftovers to a dog than give them to you! And don't bother contacting me again. That petty, small-minded behavior of yours is disgusting."
I pressed my lips together, at a complete loss for words.
After all… this five-star hotel belonged to my family.
Talented Chef Renee' has been consumed with running her new catering business with her sisters, Jennifer and Suzanne. It isn't until John walks through their door that she realizes something may be missing in the recipe of her life.
For the past year, John has been dealing with the fallout of his wife's abandonment. He's had to learn to be a single dad to their 8 year old daughter and will do anything to fill the void her mother left. It isn't until he commissions Renee' for his daughters birthday party that he realizes he's forgotten that he's not only a father, but a man.
They both think they're content in their lives, but sometimes the right amount of spice can turn an okay dish into a magnificent one.
I applied for a popular online job as a personal chef.
I thought I'd be cooking simple, home-style meals, but I quickly found myself trapped in a world of surprises. The food they were craving was me, served on a platter.
The wealthy women were looking for excitement, torturing me night after night.
But what they didn't realize was, the real thrill came when the dogs turned on each other.
I had my meal and was about to leave my sister's restaurant, but the manager stopped me. "Sorry, sir, but you haven't paid your tab."
I never saw this guy before. He probably had no idea who I was. Kindly, I explained, "Put it on your boss' tab. She knows what to do."
The manager instead gave me a look of derision. "Sir, we're a 3-star Michelin restaurant. We do not put anyone's bill on another person's tab."
He handed me an itemized bill. The guy had it ready and printed.
I went through the list.
The meal alone cost 75 grand.
The 'dining utensil gleam maintenance fee' ran up to 45 hundred.
There was also an exclusive air purifier fee, which would cost 75 hundred.
And there was a 'VIP calm headspace service fee' that ran up to 15 grand.
Those were the ones that stood out, but they were far from the last.
I had no idea my sister was running an extortion gig. Mirthlessly, I laughed. "I'm your boss' brother. Tell her she's talking to me when she comes home."
The manager did not let me go. "Just say you can't afford it. You're not the first one to try and claim you know Ms. Grayheim. I know leeches like you well enough."
I texted my secretary. 'Tell my sister she either fires this guy, or I pull my funds out.'