Amiya Menu Novels & Stories

Damian glanced at me, as if shifting the responsibility onto me to order first even though he was the one who called the server. “What do you recommend?” “Our signature today is the A5 Miyazaki Wagyu ribeye.” The waiter opened the menu to the Japanese Wagyu section. “And for drinks, for non-alcoholic options we have several mocktails,” he turned to the drinks page, “Midnight Yuzu is our customer favorite.” “I’ll have those, medium rare,” I said. “I’ll just have whatever she’s having.” Damian stepped out several times to answer phone calls, probably from the office, though I didn’t know for sure. While he was gone, I took out my phone and sent a message.

"The chefs here are wonderful. Everything taste so delicious, I hope there's a gym here." Flynn laughed. "Actually there isn't. You have to wait until we get back." He turned towards Amari who was sitting next to him. She was eating maize pap that was prepared especially for her. I thought she wouldn't like it, but she's already on her second bowl.

“It might be a little too much for you now. When you know how to walk, I’ll drive you to one to try ordering for yourself. For now, you’ll have to do with something from this menu.” Sulking a little, Aqua scrolled down and looked at food pictures. She did not understand many things on the menu and randomly chose something that looked like the sushi from last night. Dawn chuckled at the mermaid’s choice of food. She must really like the sushi Ishi-san made previously because she ordered kimbap. It had kimchi in it, and the mafia boss approved of the decision. It would be Aqua’s first experience with spicy food, and her reaction to it later would let him know if eating spicy tacos was a good i

Miya kissed gently on her right cheek. "Oh come on now stop buttering. You know what Miya I've got one more tension today." Ivana replied scratching her forehead. "Let's order first. Then we'll talk about it. Waiter!" They placed their order. Miya ordered for hot sauce pasta and a grilled chicken burger with a cold drink where as Ivana ordered ham burger. "Why aren't you eating properly Iva? is it because of the same tension you're talking about? " Miya said with concern.

I asked the head chef and he pointed to perfectly prepared omelets scattered out with chicken filled omelets in the one tray and then bacon omelets and then omelets filled with different cheeses and another filled with sliced pork sausages. Amya's mouth was wide open and drooling at the omelets. "Which ones do you want? You can have as many as you want." still staring at her facial expression I smiled. " Bring her one of each to try and for me two of each." Amya still hasn't budged a muscle so I just pulled her out into the dining hall and went straight to a table situated just for me and her. I had my maids decorate the table earlier and well they did an amazing job with all sorts of flower

Over time, they've settled here. Amelia sat down with them: "I can tell you miss home. Maybe you can go back when you have some free time." The owner nodded vigorously: "I will, I'll go back when I get the chance. Anyway, take a look at the menu and let me know what you'd like. I'll have the kitchen make it for you." Amelia took the menu and looked it over: "Bubble waffles, seafood chowder, pulled pork sandwich, and you can arrange the rest for us."

He already knew. Adrian leaned back in his chair like a man who had been waiting for this moment all morning. “I will go with the wagyu beef steak, the crème brûlée, the shrimp cocktail, the caprese salad, and umm …” “Adrian.” Amira’s voice was quiet but firm. He stopped. “I think that’s enough,” she said simply. He didn’t argue. He handed the menu to the waiter and smiled, as if being interrupted was something he had expected all along.

I whispered, taking off my gloves. “There are plenty more like this in Korea,” Jiro said with a grin. “And even better ones.” “I’d love to see them,” I chuckled, scanning the menu. “What do you want?” he asked, looking at me. I pointed at the menu and said nothing as he approached the counter. “Karemel makiato hana, hot americano hana juseyo,” he said in fluent Korean while handing over his card. “Algesseumnida, sonnim. Jamsi gidaryeo juseyo,” the barista responded with a bow.

Could her mind have played a cruel trick on her? Caesar leaned forward, his voice gentler now. “Let’s eat first. You need something in your system.” Amaliah hesitated, then nodded, pressing her palms against the cool table to steady herself before sinking back into her chair. “What were you going to order?” he asked, glancing at the menu. “Kung pao chicken and vegetable spring rolls,” she murmured. “Sounds good,” he said. “I’ll have that too. And a bowl of hot and sour soup.” He signaled for the waiter, his expression still troubled but determined to keep her grounded.

Hiroshi smiled and said, “Mr. Wade, you already know the passcode to the house, then!” Meanwhile, Yahiko’s sister, Emi, had already prepared a sumptuous table of Japanese dishes. Emi, who was wearing a kimono, walked to Charlie’s side, bowed respectfully, and said, “Mr. Wade, I’ve already prepared the best Japanese dishes for you. The ingredients were bought this morning, and we instructed our subordinates to send them chilled to the airport to be brought to Oskia with us. There is the highest-end seafood, whether it is sea urchin, oyster, sea bream, or bluefin tuna, that can be found in the Japanese market. Please enjoy!”