Bistro 313 Novels & Stories

"She's great at playing the good cop, isn't she? It's as if she wasn't the one delaying everyone's work." Alanna smiled. "Do you want to go? You should if you want to." Bistro La Bisque was membership-based; only people with money and status could go there. Regular individuals probably wouldn't have the chance to step foot there once in their lives. Even someone like Melanie didn't have the right to eat there. But she did have Hades behind her. That was why everyone was so excited. Renee shook her head. "I'd rather head home to help my mom with some chores."

Thirty minutes later, Jackson and I was waving goodbye to Belle , I cladded in pretty free dark green gown, black strapless high heels and sequence model purse. I look deliciously good. Jackson and I got into the car once more, and the driver drove off to the location Jackson had in mind. It's a restaurant. "Wow, so pretty." I murmured getting out of the car, amazed by how beautiful it looked. "Wait until you get inside. Bistrot De Venise, is known to be one of the best restaurants in the city, it is know for his Elegance and beautiful decor." From what I already saw, I had no doubts that he was right. The sight was breathtaking and I wondered how the inside would look.

The rain came down in a fine mist, streaking against the sleek windows of the Blue Orchid Café, a discreet and upscale bistro nestled in a quiet corner of the city. It was the sort of place where secrets could be exchanged over espresso without ever being noticed—private booths, shadowed corners, and staff trained not to see too much.

“Small means one bite.” “Two bites,” Liora bargained. “Fine. Two.” They went to a small bistro by the hospital garden. The terrace was shaded by white canopies, lined with pots of rosemary. Quiet, with only one other table occupied. The waiter served cream of mushroom soup, warm whole wheat bread, and a glass of unsweetened apple juice. Liora blew on her spoon, inhaled the aroma, then closed her eyes as the soft flavor touched her tongue.

he agreed. Sophia had arranged for a car to pick up Michael from his office. She had chosen The Sartorial Bistro, a fabulous new restaurant in the heart of the city that had caught her eye. It was a place she had been meaning to visit for the past month, known for its fusion cuisine combining American flavors with global influences. The restaurant boasted a breathtaking view of the entire city, and its walls were adorned with lush hedges, creating an ambiance that felt like an escape from the urban hustle.

“Stephen, you don’t mind, do you?” “We are eating at Bountiful, Lisa, like we do every day.” “That is right, Stephen, we do it every day. I could use a change, don’t you think? Now I’m going to uh…” “ Oh, dear, did you forget it already, Lisa? You’re going to Bistro with Ricky.” “ Yes, Bistro. I know you can go get one of your numbers to eat with you, Stephen, just for today.” “If you insist, Lisa dearest.”

She could feel her mouth water just by looking at all the good food. " So, what do you do for a living?" Hades questions Elliot. " I run a dessert company." Elliot shrugs. " Really!? Wow, candy-boy." Hades scoffs. " Where is it?" Enrique asks, trying to initiate in his brother's life. " Near the Jameston road. It's called 'Ellisa Sweet Bistro'" Elliot mutters, glancing at Sage. " That's so cool. Who is Ellisa?" Shawn asks, as he blows the food cool for Sage.

Aria picked up her phone from the dinning table after dropping the documents and and send a quick text to Mira. >"Hey Mira, you free? Let's met up at Noir by Eleven in thirty minutes?" Mia's reply came immediately. >"Sure. See you there." Noir by Eleven is An exclusive rooftop restaurant and wine bar where Aria and Mia often dine. Reservations are impossible without a name or a scandal. It's known for its low lighting, sweeping sea views, and private glass booths.

Chapter 125 Cynthia's POV It was noon when I arrived at the restaurant Nikolai had chosen — a small French bistro tucked away on a quiet street downtown, the kind of place that catered to people who valued privacy and discretion over being seen. The maître d' recognized my name immediately and led me to a corner table where Nikolai was already waiting. "Cynthia," he said warmly, taking my hand and kissing it briefly. "You look beautiful." "Thank you," I said, settling into the chair he'd pulled out for me. "This place is lovely. Very intimate."

He takes my hand and Sam takes Dante’s hand. We follow Damen and Jason into the beautiful restaurant, which from the sign indicates it is a French bistro. We are led to a back balcony that has a huge family-style table on it, beautiful and fragrant jasmine vines around the balcony, and it is decorated with fairy lights. Damen pulls out my seat then sits next to me.