Amiya Menu Novels & Stories

**Haru (smiling):** “Easy. Pinch, don’t stab.” I show her the grip—thumb and forefinger on the top stick, middle finger guiding the bottom. She mirrors me, a little clumsy at first, but gets an onigiri to her mouth on the third try. **Mia (after the first bite, eyes closing):** “Oh my gods. This is so good. The rice is perfect. And the sour plum in the middle—” **Haru:** “Umeboshi. Mom’s specialty.” We eat in comfortable quiet for a minute, just the sound of chopsticks and the low roar of the cafeteria behind us.

"Certainly, Mr. Damian. We will make all the necessary arrangements to ensure your privacy. As for the menu, is there a specific cuisine or any dietary restrictions we should consider?" Mia is fond of Italian cuisine. "It would be wonderful if the chef could prepare a customized Italian menu. Her favorite dish is mushroom risotto, and she adores tiramisu for dessert. I'd like to surprise her with those choices. And a wide selection of wines." I add most importantly. "Understood, Mr. Damian. We will take note of your requests and make the necessary arrangements. Additionally, would you like us to organize any special decorations or add-ons to enhance the ambiance?"

Ryan suggested they start with some edamame and miso soup, and Diana happily agreed. As they looked over the menu, they shared stories from their week, laughing at each other's tales and enjoying the chance to relax together. When it was time to order, Ryan suggested they try the chef's special sushi platter, which had a selection of the freshest fish and most creative flavor combinations. Diana nodded in agreement, her mouth watering at the thought. While they waited for their food, they sipped on glasses of cold sake, enjoying the smooth warmth that spread through them with each sip. The restaurant was alive with activity, but in their little corner, Ryan and Diana were lost in their own w

“Nothing is making sense to me. I've never placed an order. You do.” “This is very simple. You can do it.” “There's a lot.” “You can order everything.” She placed the tablet on the table sadly, “I'm afraid I can't.” Rudra Reddy held the tablet and ordered after reading the list, “Takoyaki. Braised Whole Abalone and Peking Duck.” After ordering, Rudra Reddy returned the menu tablet and smiled at Sara Owen, “See, it is simple. Isn't it?” “It didn't take you long.”

Flipping open a manila folder and scattering its contents across the coffee table, Miria replied agreeably, “Ooh! Yum! From that place off—” “Yeah, Pho Bar. “That’s the one.” She looked up and winked. Digging his phone out of a pocket, Marcus searched for the restaurant’s website and pulled up the menu, eyeballing Miria’s shoes as it loaded. Bending, he collected them by the ankle straps, walking the phone over to her. “Don’t get started on that. Pick your dinner first.” Miria huffed and rolled her topaz eyes, but they glittered merrily. “Bossy bossy.”

I smile and hold my wife's hand as we're guided to a table and given menus. "I'll have the Tokushima ramen with tempura and karaagi, and some warm water, please. Thank you," Raine tells the waiter, closing the menu and passing it to him. I also placed my order. "I'll have the Tonkatsu ramen and karaagi. Thank you," I say. The waiter bows and leaves.

Chapter 17 The six are together at the Food park where Amira likes to eat various street foods. "Amira, aren't you going home?" Jam asked her and held her hand. Amira was especially shocked when her stepsister suddenly treated her like this. She still can't believe Jam is helping her fix it. "Hi-no, I said goodbye to Dad." It smiled as its eyes stared at Lucy. "You really love Lucy, don't you?" Questioning it. Amira smiled and was slightly embarrassed. "Lucy! Phoenix! Come let's play." Azza nodded and the two looked at the Live band at the Food Park. "Now I'll see you play again, right?" Ms. Masayang said. Capa.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I looked expectantly at Emilia. “Uh, both.” She replied absentmindedly as she twirled her hair on top of her to tie it into a bun. “Mark wants to cook Amy’s favourite Lasagna, so he’ll do that and I thought of ordering some sushi and Pasta in. Mark wants a bit of Chinese too, so we’re still thinking about it. Are you craving for anything in particular?” “I’m okay with anything.” “Thought so,” She mumbled and went for the door. “Mark’s heading out to get some booze whilst I order in. Take some rest in the meantime, you need it.”

After about 20 minutes of walking, they arrived at Isomaru Suisan—a classic izakaya buzzing with warmth and noise. “Three beers, two highballs… Sakura-chan, what about you?” “Just one Yuzu Chuhai,” she said. Enough to join in, but not enough to lose control. She needs to wake up early tomorrow—no matter what. The food came in waves—edamame, yakitori, grilled squid, sashimi, tofu, even ebi tempura. The table filled quickly, the air thick with laughter and smoke from nearby grills. Sakura smiled, laughed, and eat with them…

Alice heard the sound of a wallet crying. The interior decoration is antique, Japanese—style design, tatami style, exquisite elegant room with screen to cover, unique charm. The waiter in kimono led them to the window, poured them black rice tea, and served the menu. Barry asked Alice what to say, and Alice shook his head: "You click, I don't know much about this." "Then I'll just click." Barry twitched when he saw Alice nodded. He is really cruel, what is more expensive, salmon, Arctic shellfish, beef sashimi, miso soup ...