Bleu Monkey Syracuse Menu Novels & Stories

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?”

“What would you order?” Suddenly, Blue averted her gaze. Pressed on regardless. “I’d order two coffees and a cheese and tomato sandwich—a mocha have-here and a takeaway long black,” Blue took pause. As she did, she scanned the crowd of those who had since begun to queue. Wondered how many suffered the same silent fate as she. Somehow, felt no sympathy for those who did. There were worse fates, she was rather aware. Yet her self-sympathy somehow lingered. “The mocha and sandwich would keep me full until lunch. I’d save the black for mid-afternoon when I get hungry again,”

“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.

Blaze asked, feeling confused and suspicious at the same time. It took a while as Catherine scanned her brain for an excuse, and then she boldly said, "Yup. It's called 'Seashore restaurant,' and their Bluefin Tuna with Olive, Cucumber, and Cilantro Relish is delicious. But Rome doesn't like eating there, so I don't go there." Even though the entire explanation didn't make sense to Blaze, and he wasn't buying a word she said, he calmly uttered, "I can drive you there if that's what you want."

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.

We walk into the dining room and grab a tray each, the selections are never ending. I grab a bowl of caesar salad, adding a pot of croutons and a pot of extra sauce. As we move down the queue, I add a grilled chicken breast and a portion of crispy bacon. I finished with a fresh fruit salad and vanilla yogurt. I fill both my bottles, one with apple juice and one with water, and head to the pay point, the woman adds my selection and I tap my card, and off we go. I follow Robyn, surprised when she sits at Ryder and his prefect’s table. All three boys smile at me and Robyn pats the chair between her and Ryder.

Here," Troy smiled and wiped the sauce on my right cheek. "T-Thanks," I said before I got the burger again. My gosh, that was embarrassing! BANG! We both turned our heads in the door when it opened loudly. I immediately looked away when I saw the five monkeys entering the cafeteria. Oh, my gosh! What are they doing here? "Hey, slow down," Troy uttered when he noticed that I hastened to eat the burger. "They are here, didn't you see?" I replied. "So? It's not like they will snatched your burger?"