Blessings Tavern Menu Novels & Stories

Bruce said. “Sure. Would you like us to order for you?” Margo asked. “Yeah. I want a steak medium rare with baked potato and whatever vegetable they got,” Bruce answered. “Same for me, but I want my steak medium, please,” Alec said. “Drinks?” Bobbi asked. “Rum and Coke,” Alec said. “I want a Bud,” Bruce said. “They only serve imported beers here,” Bobbi stated. “Oh, gin on the rocks, then,” Bruce said.

“Have we made our selections?” I stared at him then looked back down at the menu. “We need a few more minutes, please, Zander,” Melissa said. “Of course.” He smiled and moved away. The menu, I thought, was a great idea. I picked it up and read, Caviar Service with Heirloom Milled Cornbread Hot Cakes and Accoutrements. “Sarah, please don’t hide behind the menu.” I put it down. “We can’t talk about this.”

I thought about what happened the last time I'd seen Luca drunk. I could still taste the whiskey on his lips. Stopping myself from thinking about it further, I leaned forward on the table and grabbed a peanut from the bucket in the center of the table and cracked it open. As soon as our drinks came out. the waiter took our order for the food. "Large plate of the mango habanero traditional wings with a side of loaded tots," Bates told him. "And a plate of nachos..." He turned to Blaine. "Do you want nachos?"

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.

“Please also add an order of hummus, toum and four pitas for us?” “Great choice,” Ben said approvingly. “How about drinks?” “I’ll have a glass of wine, please,” Jacinta answered. “Zach’s having beer.” “Beer for us, as well,” Damon said. “Thanks, man.” “How long did you enlist, Alex?” Jacinta asked gently when the waiter took off.

The house is fully lit and there is a string band playing as we get out of the car. “Mr. Conroy, Ms. Bazin, your table it ready.” A gentleman in a tux leads us to a table on the terrace. I notice there is a room full of other diners, but I can’t see them. My favorite wine is already here, and the server pours us both a glass. “Thank you,” I smile at the waiter as he hands me my glass. “You are most welcome. Tonight, we have our puffed crab and lobster bisque to start then a 14oz bone-in ribeye with broccoli and red skin potatoes, for dessert we have a sampling of cakes.” The server tells us, and I smile in excitement.

“You try!” “You could have used ‘potty,’ ” suggests Noah. “ ‘I love you, Lottie, Sitting on the potty.’ ” “Thanks, Noah,” says Richard grouchily. “Appreciate it.” “It’s very good,” I say hastily. “Anyway, it’s the thought that counts.” Richard grabs the paper back from me and reaches for the bar menu. On the front it reads Delectable Bulgarian Specialties, and inside are lists of bar snacks and light meals.

He replied. She starts typing at buttons on the till as she reads it out loud to us. “Ok, so that is two crumb steaks, one with chips, salad, Diana sauce, and an extra jug of Diana. The other chips, veggies, and gravy, a schooner of lemon and lime bitters made on Lift, a schooner of Great Northern. That will be forty-two dollars please, is that cash or card sir?” She asked.

'Good evening and welcome to Pasta Castle lá Beef Feast…' 'Huh?' I asked. 'We sell more pasta and meat related foods, I don't know, I'm not the owner, so what can I get you? You are welcome to be the first few to try our new spaghetti recipe.' 'No, we are good. Cookie?' 'I'll have three tenderloin steaks with chili or béarnaise sauce, château mashed potatoes, extra cheesy burgers; two to be precise and two apple cheesecake –don't know if you have those– one blueberry yogurt or any yogurt at all and chocolate mud cakes for dessert. Got that?' She stared at me with mouth open. 'Helloooo,' I snapped my fingers at her face.

It was actually an indirect answer to her question. “Yes, I got held up. So what’s special this holiday season?” “We have our special fennel seared swordfish, braised pork belly, lobster Schnitzel, and traditional ghoulash this season.” Brynne couldn’t choose and looked at Luke for help. If she could, she would have ordered them all, but only two bites of each! “I’ll have BBQ lamb ribs. What do you want? Any of the specialties?” She shook her head, giving him a confused look.