Blessings Tavern Menu Novels & Stories

She wore her hatefulness like a damn medal. “Actually. I have an idea about that.” I said. The meal we’d had not too long ago was for sure both mine and Elijah’s favorite. The salmon. The cucumber tomato salad. The deviled eggs and mashed potatoes and mac and cheese. The restaurant has tons of other selections. And why not have our favorite meal at our wedding. Twenty minutes later we’d secured the caterers. Blind Spot .. the restaurant would handling all the food and drinks at our wedding. They also had a bar there and they had a package that included bar tenders and alcohol. Things were shaping right up.

Asked the host. “Yes, please.” Ben told her and she was off and to grab them a menu. “I don’t know a lot about wine but I’ll drink whatever you recommend.” Meredith told Ben and then looked around. The place was dimly lit and not very large. There was a bar in the corner of the room that took up about a fifth of the space and the rest of the area was speckled with wooden tables and stools. She looked at the menu that had been handed to her and noticed that Ben was right. The menu was heavy in pork related items. She ordered chorizo stuffed olives and braised shoulder. Ben got a bacon pate dish and pork belly. He ordered them both pinot niors and they sat back.

By noon this place is packed and sold out. We sit. “What you getting?” I ask. She tells me, and I go to order our food. I get my usual, Italian sausage, green pepper, and cheese pizza puff. Massive. Basically a small pizza folded inside out with beer-batter crust and dipping sauce. Tempest orders an Italian beef with mozzarella cheese, extra cheese, hot and sweet peppers, toasted. We split fries. Drinks are self-serve. I bring the drinks back with the table number and sit down.

Sometimes Maddie wondered if he was simply oblivious to the ladies' stares or he was aware but just didn't care. "I will have your smoked brisket chili, St. Louis ribs and pineapple coleslaw. Then for drinks, I'll go with a mocktail." Drew closed the menu and looked at her. "Let me guess…something greasy." She grinned. "Hater." "At least we can be sure that this bistro offers fares that are sure to be belly filling." "Knock it off." She chuckled. "Are you trying to embarrass me or something?" Aiden looked at Drew then at her and then back at Drew. "Now I'm curious."

"Uhmm...maybe you should have some appetizers. We have king crab and shrimp cocktail with a bowl of warm Sunchoke soup." Zari said to the handsome young man that had her heart beating erratically as she fought to remain calm. "At twelve, I'll have the Tomahawk steak for two, medium well, with the red peppers and caramelized onions, the heirloom apple salad, the Tuscan black kale with polenta, and a side of you. Oh, please bring us a bottle of Domaine La Tour Vieille, Vin Dous Naturel, Banyuls to accompany the meal." Devon ordered it all without looking at the menu. Eyes fixed on Zari. She couldn't deny it was sexy and impressive, but there was one problem.

I held my breath, hoping for a positive response. His answering smile was all the confirmation I needed. "Akeed, tfaddali? " he said. (Of course, what will you have?) My spirits lifted, I rattled off my order in rapid Arabic, hardly pausing for a breath "Okay, give me two lentil soup, tabbouleh, hummus, kebbe nayye (raw kebbe), kebbe me’aleyye (fried kebbe), yalanji, beef and chicken shawarma… mmm…" Scanning the menu for something more, my eyes lit up at the sight of one of my favorites "And Sheesh barak" I added, looking up at the waiter.

It smells delicious as my stomach is growling louder this time. The server uncovers the food, there under the cover is seasoned chicken breast with asparagus and tomatoes, a bottle of white wine and chocolate cake for dessert. Thank you, kind sir, Shane says to the server and gives him a fifty dollar tip. Why, your welcome and thank you, Mr. Evans, for the extraordinary tip. Steven, the room service server, says.

She seemed pitiful in a way that tugged at people’s hearts. Someone in the crowd couldn’t take it anymore. "She just wants to buy a fortune cookie. Do you really have to be this rude? Or is it because she’s dressed so poorly, and you think she can’t afford it, so you won’t sell to her?" Dex Halbrook, the burrito stall owner next to me, who had never liked me, immediately chimed in with a sneer, "Oh, so when some billionaire’s wife shows up, you throw in a freebie. But when a poor girl comes along, you won’t even serve her? Sounds like you’re just a snob to me. Come on, miss, forget her. I’ll treat you to some burritos!"

“He doesn’t seem like the babysitting type.” “Well, he knows he’s our full-time babysitter for all the shit he pulled.” He looked at the menu again. “I might get one of those smoked old fashioneds. You know, where they take off the glass, and then all the smoke comes out…pretty cool.” “I’ll get one too.” The waitress returned, and we ordered our drinks. “What are the specials?” Axel asked. The waitress listed the three, one with fish, a short rib ravioli, and then a vegetarian couscous dish.

I need to spend time with Tatina at night. Mr. Sexy bartender brings us back our drinks. "We have good food too ladies," he says. I twist about in my barstool. "What do you recommend Mr. Sexy," I say. "The house special. It's a sample of our best entrees. It is great. One order would feed both of you," He says. "Okay sounds good. Bring us that," I say. "You got it. The name is Russo if you're wondering," he says. Yes, I was Mr. Sexy.