Best Dish Served Cold Novels & Stories

What could possibly be beyond his ability to handle? A voice nearby pulled her back to reality. "Miss, your bubble waffles, seafood chowder, and pulled pork sandwich are here." The owner walked over with the plates, set them on the table, and continued, "All three are best eaten hot. If they get cold, the taste won't be as good." Amelia nodded. "Alright, thank you, boss." The owner continued, "There are still three more dishes, our house specialties. They'll be out in a bit."

“Not the predictable choice.” “You don’t like predictable,” I said. “You like to be surprised.” She sipped, tongue darting along the rim, then set the glass down. “You’re in a mood tonight, Lucas.” “Always, when I’m hungry.” The first course arrived: Siberian caviar piled on a cold silver dish, cradled in a nest of ice. No blinis, no bullshit—just the dark, glistening eggs, mother-of-pearl spoons, and a smattering of edible gold. Selina arched an eyebrow.

As she puzzled over how the dish had been prepared, plump Bart returned and beamed as he explained, for he had noted the confused look on her face. “The claws are cracked, served cold on ice, and paired with a tangy mustard-mayo dipping sauce. Bingo!” he chortled. An equally cheerful, rotund woman joined them and was introduced as Bart’s wife, Elaine. Bianca studied the sides that had been served along with the main dish: Coleslaw, creamed spinach, and hash browns. As she licked her lips at the end of the meal and sat back with a satisfied sigh, she caught St Just’s amused look.

Aunty Ely said filled with enthusiasm as she stood up to greet us. She hugged and kissed mom and Clea while I recieved a "Hello" and a quick hug. I bowed to show respect to Uncle Arnold. I sat next to Clea. I placed the napkin they provided on my lap. They started serving the foods. My eyes widened in fractions and my jaws were slightly dropped the moment I saw what they were serving. Louis XIII Pizza. Lobster Frittata. Bluefin Tuna. Cranberry-Blue Cheese Balls. And some dishes I couldn't even name. Quel's eyes met mine. He winked and pointed at the White Truffles. He winked at me. My f*cking favorite.

"Lana, come sit here." Since it was a round table, Lana could sit anywhere near him. Lana knew nobody there except for Eric, Jennifer, and Olivia, so it didn't matter where she sat. Since Eric invited her to sit there, there was no reason to do otherwise. Soon, the first cold dish was served. The foie gras, sliced into diamond shapes after being lightly chilled, was coated with a bright red hawthorn sauce, which was both rich and refreshing. Just this cold dish alone earned praise from the guests.

"You can order for us." She didn't hesitate. "Alright! Let's get the… signature beef stew, pasta with marinara sauce, pork ribs, and meatloaf. Next, something lighter… Give me a roasted vegetable medley. As for soup, do you have lentil soup?" "Yes, we do!" the waiter answered. Madison was quite well-informed about the cuisine. The last dish wasn't even on the menu. Soon, the dishes were served. Madison also had the waiter bring over some sparkling water cocktails. "Let's raise our drinks and toast Joli for his successful PhD admission!"

"Here we go, ma'am. Chicken tenders, mac and cheese, and grilled cheese sandwiches." Corbin set the tray on their table and added, "These are best while they're hot. They lose something once they cool down." Aria nodded. "Got it. Thanks." He continued, "You still have three more dishes coming, and they're our signatures. They'll take a bit longer." "That's fine. Take your time. Good things are worth waiting for." She turned to Betty. "Betty, here's what you wanted. Try some. Careful, though. It's hot."

The blonde speaks while the brunette dispenses servings. “We’d like to present you with some of the classics tonight. We decided on a good roast beef over a bed of mashed potatoes and a vegetable medley in au jus on the side. We’ve also included side salads, but don’t fill up because we made dessert, too.” She ends the last with a small smile and the traditional bow to me. The brunette finishes handing out food and bows as well before they both push their carts back toward the door. “Let us know when you’re ready for dessert and we’ll bring it right out!”

Disdain flashed across her eyes, though she was forced to maintain the smile. "Mr. Jones, let's talk about the contract…" "I'll sign it!" Mr. Jones then pointed at a bottle of vodka, which contained 53% alcohol by volume. "That is, if you down that bottle." Ramona's smile froze on her face. Vodka with 53% ABV would definitely kill her if she were to down one of those bottles in one go. But she dared not turn Mr. Jones down. All she could do was act coquettish in front of him.

But these big shots had no interest in entertaining someone as insignificant as him. I smiled, raising my glass of red wine, and poured it over his head. "Are you insane?" he shouted, his voice rising as he rolled up his sleeves like he was about to hit me. All eyes in the room turned toward us. "Sorry, just some family matters," I said, smiling apologetically at the guests before dragging him out of the event.