Bistro 313 Novels & Stories

"Is this the place?" We had pulled up to a small bistro located outside of town, we were closer to the manor now, only about forty minutes away. "Sí." Arriving at the door of the bistro, the waiter looked up and spoke, "Mr. Russo, come with me, I'll get you seated." We were seated in a small booth, it wasn't in complete privacy, but it was fine. I conversed with the waiter in Italian, ordering classic Italian meals for the both of us and a glass of red wine for myself, some lemonade for Talia.

What is going on between them right now? ... We pulled up to The Forest Lodge and walked into The Twist Café, a casual, open-concept restaurant run by Chef Billy King. The dining area sat right alongside the main reception desk, separated from the massive, sunlit lobby only by a shift in the flooring. The interior was remarkably quiet despite the lack of walls, blending rustic timber accents with sharp, contemporary colors.

After a while of driving and going through some minor traffic, they finally made it to the restaurant. C'est La Vie Bistro, the most well-known restaurant in London. Autumn has been working there for three wonderful years and she couldn't be happier than to be there. Amber was the chef and a very close friend of Autumn. But deep down inside, Amber was hiding something precious. The car came to a stop as Autumn unbuckled her seatbelt before a smile made its way to her lips, "Thank you, Amber, you're a lifesaver," she said as Amber blushed while undoing her seatbelt, "No problem, love, anything for you," Amber said a bit too flirtatious as Autumn"s eyes widened underneath her glasses as she bl

The soft clink of silverware and the murmured conversations of other customers barely reached Maria's ears as she followed Rene through the charming little bistro he had chosen. The place was tucked away on a quiet street... one of those trendy new spots where the lighting was warm, the walls were lined with eclectic art, and the staff treated every customer like royalty. It was the kind of place Rene always gravitated toward... intimate, curated, just a little indulgent. “Here we are,” Rene said gently, pulling her chair out with a flourish. “The best seat in the house.”

The front door opened and Greg alighted, then opened the back door. Jasira jumped down and looked around the environs, yeah, it was definitely a bistro. She could hear the jazz music coming from the sound system and tannoy, the posh and luxurious cars driving in and out, the whores hissing and catcalling at men. Everywhere was already getting dark, it was the lights coming from the bistro and other shops around, the streetlights and flashes of lights from vehicles that lit up the day. "My bag," she said and Greg went for it immediately.

he asked hopefully. The cashier was very dejected when I ordered two large magic mochas. I had yet to have one, so I was insanely curious. He also added two goldenberry pastries which reminded me of the old days when Bellamy and I would sneak into the kitchen and steal all of the goldenberry pastries. The bistro was sectioned into two separate parts. The part we were in was the café part. The other part was for lunch or dinner. The café had plenty of comfortable seating. It was filled for the most part, but we were able to snag a corner table.

Daisy laughed at his curse and dropped onto the bench seat beside Ugo. Ben slid behind the wheel and they headed out, breaking into a bottle of expensive champagne on their way. By the time they pulled up to Anchor-Rim, a hot new fusion bistro that had a healthy line out front and energetic music pouring out onto the street, the combination of the champagne and Brett's hot gaze on the nearly indecent hemline of her skirt had Daisy feeling giddy. Ugo slid forward on the seat and stared wide-eyed through the tinted windows. "That's chef's bistro." She mouthed at a surprised Daisy.

Besides, she didn't have anywhere to run to. I scanned the bistro again. Making sure it was still only the two servers sitting in the corner chatting, and the chef whom I could see behind the counter in the tiny spaced off kitchen at the other end. Lannon paced the floors of the bistro, his fury and concern clear in every line of his body. I looked across from me, where Ernouf and Zelda sat together, waiting for go time. Ernouf sat, taking a bloody parfait. Who took parfaits just before midnight?

Maybe as she spent more time with him, things would be different. The restaurant, Bistro Lumière, was an upscale spot with an understated elegance that made it popular among those who preferred sophistication over flash. Its façade was a combination of dark, polished wood and frosted glass windows that allowed only a hint of the warm, ambient lighting within to spill out. A small brass plaque by the door held the restaurant's name in a sleek, minimalist font, illuminated softly from above.

Flora parked her car in the small open lot adjacent to "The Daily Grind," a quaint, family-owned bistro tucked away on a quiet street. The bistro’s charm was undeniable, with its warm yellow exterior and vibrant red awnings that fluttered gently in the morning breeze. A hand-painted sign hung above the entrance, adorned with whimsical depictions of croissants and coffee cups. The sidewalk was lined with lush flower boxes, overflowing with colorful blooms that added to the inviting atmosphere.