Blind Tiger Charleston Menu Novels & Stories

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?"

“You do realize this isn’t a political rally.” Selene waved him off. “You can invite your friends, your workers, your ex—” “My ex?” Damian echoed. “Anyone,” she continued smoothly. “Let’s keep it inclusive.” Kate cleared her throat. “Alright. Moving on to catering. What kind of menu are we looking at?” Selene straightened. “Only the best.” She began listing confidently. “Grilled lobster tails with garlic butter. Filet mignon with truffle sauce. Herb-crusted salmon. Shrimp scampi. Roasted duck with orange glaze.”

"And don't you worry about Barry, he's all bark and no bite." Barry glared at Pam, while Brigail followed the leggy blonde's graceful movements as she exited the hotel. "What's that about?" Brigail asked after Barry nudged her elbow to keep moving. "Ignore her. She's Eli's right-hand. The one doing all his dirty work for him," Barry replied as they stopped in front of TENDER steak and seafood bistro. "I hope you're not a vegetarian because they do a mean Kobe wagyu here." Brigail had never been to a restaurant that fancy before and she, not for the last time, felt out of place.

A waiter showed up with a notepad in hand. “Sure!” Mary answered, without the need for a menu card. “The sweet and sour chicken chili with sour cream on top and cilantro and lemon rice, for four.” We didn’t have to ask Liam and Nate because they would’ve ordered the same thing and they were busy shoving their tongues down each other’s throat.

After a moment, he looked at the server. “Give us four lobsters, tuna, mahi-mahi, moonfish, loco moco, kalua pork, garlic shrimp, spam masubi, cinnamon butter, blueberry cream cheesecake, mango cream.” Sir Calix closed the menu book. “Do you have anything else you want to add?” I shook my head as I closed the menu book. “Nothing Sir.” He shifted his gaze to the waiter. “Make sure all the food is peanut-free.” “Got it, Sir.” The waiter replied.

"Yes. We have a free taste of the meals here." Hero called the attention of one of the servers from the Lunch 'N Roll crew. A server named Billy approached them with a beaming smile. "What can I do for you, Mr. Hero?" Billy asked. "And for you too, ma'am." "The beautiful lady with me would like to have a free taste of your Crying Tiger Steak," Hero said. Billy clapped his hands once before acknowledging their request. "It's a good thing that Mr. Asher had reserved a few pieces and told us to give it to those who might want it."

Charlotte slid in grinning; Howard followed, posture stiff but thawing, the sizzle from the grill already weaving its spell. Charlotte leaned over the laminated menu, her gaze flicking to the family—Dad's calloused hands idle on the grill, Mom's eyes weary lines of dependence, and the teen hovering like this truck was their whole world. Guilt tugged when the owner mentioned "first customers," a pang for their fragile lifeline. "Two chili dogs loaded, fries extra crisp, and throw in some onion rings," she called up, voice bright to mask the ache. Howard slumped silent in his chair, arms crossed, face a storm cloud of skepticism.