Bleu Monkey Syracuse Menu Novels & Stories

“Yessir! We got this week’s special, the Nutty Gritty. A mix of dark choco and milky haggelnut with caramel and whipped cream on top. Would you like that?” “Sure.” “Would you like a small, medium, or large?” “Just medium. And also one mac & cheese.” Matthew’s eyes were at the menu above. “Right. Yo, Izz! Mac & cheese!” Shim Boon shouted to the back. “Got it!” Izz replied from the kitchen. “Medium Nutty Gritty comin right up!” Shim Boon proceeded to make Matthew’s order. While Shim Boon was busy, Matthew looked around the cafe. It seemed like there’s not many people here. Maybe it’s just not rush hour yet. While looking around, Matthew spotted Bran.

assistant"> With that, she pulled Lucas over to Monkey, who was busy stir-frying. Monkey held a wooden spatula with practiced ease, flipping the meat rapidly in the stone pot, occasionally adding a pinch of salt and some unknown powder. Soon, a rich aroma of meat rose from the pot—layered with a faint but distinct freshness. Curious, Clar asked, “Monkey, what did you just add into the pot?” Mabel, seeing Clar watching so intently, walked over proudly and introduced,

James mumbled. “Alright. Let’s order some lunch and then Eliza can tell us the big secret.” The older man pulled out his phone. “I think Chef Mariana had some Philly cheese-steaks on the menu today, James you game?” “You don’t even have to ask,” he replied swiftly. Blakeney touched his thumbs to the screen of his phone. “And you Eliza?” he asked her. She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Can you ask her if she’ll just bring me one of those large chicken Caesar salads?”

“Can I start ya off with some drinks?” We each order a coffee and then Becky leaves us to peruse the menu. I do not see anything listing squirrel meat, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. When Becky returns, I order a burger (deciding to take the risk of unlisted squirrel ingredients), and Mary Sue—Cali Girl to the end—orders a salad.

—Mason jerks his hand up and down in a crude gesture— “going on with the horse.” “Fuck you,” Jacob said pointedly. “Tell Mom not to wait for me to start dinner. Just save me food.” “I’ll let her know,” Rory tells him. “Thanks. Nice to see you again, Dean,” Jacob says and hurries out the door. Rory pulls out a box full of takeout bags, and I recognize the smell instantly. Silver Café is one of the few places in Silver Ridge that’s open past ten PM. It’s right along Silver Lake, with a large outside patio dining area that offers amazing views of the lake at night. And they have the best damn Detroit-style Coney dogs and fries.

It's so beautiful. "Hello Olivia." As always James slung his arms around me, he chuckled "Hey, so want to grab dinner together?" He asked. I looked at Kelly and shems busy with Josh so I nodded. "Cool." He smiled. "The best menu in Bali is Ayam Betutu." I told him and he looked at me. "What is that?" "It's a chicken, you like spicy things?" I asked "Yeah sure do!" He winked "Good, now let's go eat dinner.” I left Kelly but when I turned back Joey standing around 6 steps behind me all the time. He looked at me with a weird expression. James took my hands and walked

well, like it’s been in a wreck. “Eleven bacon quarter pounders, six large fries... what shake do you want Rose?” Jackson pauses mid order to ask. “Banana please.” I ask as I lean up against Phoenix to steal some of his warmth. “One banana shake and five vanilla. Thanks.” Jackson shouts out of his window.

I already had a chance to look it over, and was waiting on her to decide. “Menus pretty impressive....hey, you’re not missing the sauce, are you kid?” Blythe’s thick Brooklyn accent teased as she wrinkled her nose. I scoffed, sipping on my cherry Coke mysteriously. My date specifically requested I show sober, and from the looks of it intended to keep me that way. Because it’s our first official, formal outing...I agreed to the condition and wasn’t completely upset with that choice. Cola and wagyu beef mesh together quite nicely—despite their vast difference in cost and quality.

“Sure, sweetie. I’ll go grab that, and you take a look at the menu.” It felt so good to be out and around people again. People whose smiles were genuine. Erica, as her name tag read, set a cup down in front of me a minute later, drawing my attention from the menu. “Ready?” I nodded. “Can I get the buffalo chicken sandwich with blue cheese and extra buffalo sauce, with fries?” “Sure can. Anything else?” I scanned the menu. “Can I also get the steak sandwich, fries as well, please?” “Can do. That it?”

I took the plastic tray cautiously. “Good morning, Miss Bloodmoon. Breakfast. Fresh bread, sweet butter, two poached eggs, sliced meats with cheeses, and jam. What would you like to drink?” I stared at him blankly for a second before finding words. “Uh… I don’t know… what do you have?” I asked, sounding like I was at the scariest restaurant on earth. “Water, fresh orange juice, apple juice, or we could do a morning cocktail if you prefer? Screwdriver? Mimosa? Bloody Mary?”