Bistro 313 Novels & Stories

Summer cooed. “Nope, and I don't care as long as it's just the two of us. I know we are going for steak, though.” “La Bistro at the edge of our territory is Nathans favourite restaurant, and they have the best steaks. I bet that's where he's taking you. It's very intimate. You will love it.” Sarah told me as she drove into the next town. As she stopped outside the bridal store, she looked at me for a moment before asking. “You look like your going to be sick. Are you feeling alright?”

This gives me more time to admire my surroundings. The table and chairs are both made of wood, polished to a shine. The walls are covered in wallpaper to make it look like a brick wall. On each table, there is one lone white flower. T the left of me there is a bar also made of wood. There are only about 5 tables placed around the bistro. On the back wall of the bar, there is one big clock. On either side of the clock, the walls are aligned with rows upon rows of liquor.

"Name any restaurant within a ten-block radius. Don't worry about the lines or the wait times." The twins exchanged a wide-eyed, slightly bewildered look. Freya cleared her throat. "Um, there’s that artisanal bistro, *La Grenier*, down on 21st? Their truffle chicken paninis and chopped salads are incredible, but they don't even do standard takeout during the rush..." I looked up at Mei. "A truffle chicken panini, a chopped salad, and whatever their best pasta dish is today. Have the driver take the SUV, bypass the standard line, and tell the manager it’s an order for the Vesper penthouse. He’ll clear it."

After thinking for a bit, he added, "Make sure it's from the best restaurant." Joe was very efficient. 20 minutes later, he brought back an elegantly packed to-go container and gave it to Hansel. However, Hansel frowned as soon as he opened the container. "Is this lobster bisque? Why did you buy me that?" Joe was confused. "Blossom Bistro is famous for their creamy lobster bisque, Mr. Johnson. You—" "Never mind. You may leave." The lobster bisque smelled wonderful and tasted delicious. The taste of lobster wasn't too overpowering, and it wasn't too salty either, so every mouthful of the bisque was like heaven to the tastebuds.

I hadn’t had it here, but my aunt Frannie made an amazing Bison pot roast. The waitress took our orders, and I got just what I said. Sage got the Bison strip steak with a pear salad, and ahi tuna starter. Once the waitress left to get our drinks, King Tristan spoke up. He said it was of great importance that he speak with us tonight, because it could change the direction of our lives. I had no idea what he meant by that, but I was about to find out.

His brain was working. After a while, he asked, " What about the men we lost?" I blew smoke, staring out the window. " We'll talk about it later. I've got so much on my mind already." I just didn't want to end up saying anything stupid. Knife was already suspicious. I can't let him grow more suspicious. Finally we arrived at BISTROS. It was an exclusive Italian restaurant. When I said exclusive, I meant really exclusive. They have guests whom are only allowed into the restaurant.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he murmured in a low, firm voice: “No. Take me to Maxime’s bistro.” The driver simply nodded. “Yes, sir.” And he started the car, driving through the streets lit by the city’s streetlights and shop windows. The small, unassuming bistro was almost hidden between two old buildings, but it was a refuge known only to a select few. The owner, Maxime, approached discreetly, his warm smile conveying the respect of someone who knows his customers well. “Good evening, Mr. Walker,” he said, bowing his head slightly. “This way, please.”

“I will be home before three.” “Be home before two-thirty.” The instruction settled like another lock. She nodded. Mason kissed her forehead. Then, as though he had not just reminded her that she was being monitored, he said, “Enjoy your lunch.” The Conservatory Café was warm with sunlight and the scent of coffee. It occupied the ground floor of a historic building on Bloor Street, its glass ceiling arching over hanging plants and small marble tables. People spoke quietly around Daphne. A woman laughed near the pastry case. Cutlery touched porcelain. A barista called out drink orders.

He didn’t answer. He kissed her instead. Just before the doors opened, Katherine laughed. "You know, Maddison had a meltdown today." "I'm shocked," Sebastian deadpanned. "She told me I didn’t know what I was getting into." "And do you?" Katherine looked up at him with a grin. "No. But it’s going to be one hell of a ride." --- They didn’t go far. Just across the street, tucked behind a row of office buildings, was a small Italian bistro — red brick walls, ivy creeping up the side, and an outdoor patio that looked like it belonged in Florence, not downtown New York.

After thinking about it, Sherman said, "Don't you like the soup on South Lane very much? Why don't we go and have some soup together?" Kingsley seemed to be delighted to hear that Sherman knew a lot about his taste. The bistro named The Flavor on South Lane was full of customers. Kingsley ordered an elegant private room with antique decoration. The soup bowls in this bistro were wooden. Sherman knew his taste. He liked the minestrone soup, and she also ordered some toast and fried chicken wings.