Grey Gables Restaurant Menu Novels & Stories

Tall glasses of chilled lemonade and water stood waiting, beads of condensation clinging to the sides. Gaddiel leaned forward, sniffing dramatically. “I smell grilled cheese.” Gabriel lifted one of the lids slightly before quickly putting it back. “And tomato soup!” “And something green,” Gaddiel added suspiciously. “Salad,” Gabriel confirmed after peeking again. “Definitely salad.” There was also a platter of sliced turkey and cheddar sandwiches, a bowl of fresh fruits, strawberries, blueberries, and apple slices, and a small dish of baked potato wedges dusted lightly with herbs. It was simple, light, and inviting.

The waiter brought four menus and placed them on the table. Henry did not open his. He looked at Gabriella as he said, "Order whatever you want to eat. It's my treat." Wyatt said courteously, "Thank you, Mr. Charles." "I want a classic Nicoise salad with cheese, an Aupuernean sirloin steak with black pepper sauce, spaghetti bolognese, tiramisu, and some white Moscato," Gabriella said to the waiter. Wyatt was taken aback. What was wrong with this photographer?

His eyes widened slightly, roaming over my face and hair a beat too long before he cleared his throat. “Welcome,” he said, voice a little brighter than necessary. “What can I get for you two today?” Grayson ordered for us — hearty stew, fresh bread, some roasted vegetables, and water. I added a request for berries if they had any. The waiter nodded, but his eyes kept flicking back to me, a faint blush creeping up his own neck. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, suddenly very aware of how I looked after hours on the road — hair a little messy, cheeks flushed from the ride.

“Dry-aged ribeye and filet mignon, sir, grilled to your preferred doneness. For guests who prefer something lighter, we also offer wild mushroom risotto.” Cleopatra’s fingers rested lightly on the edge of the menu as she listened. Once, just briefly, her eyes lifted, meeting Calvin’s intent, unreadable stare before lowering again. “Please, take your time,” the waiter said softly as he poured wine into their glasses with practiced precision. Calvin closed the menu. “We’ll have the ribeye steak, garnished with rosemary and served with potatoes and sauce.” His head tilted slightly toward Cleopatra. “Is that acceptable to you?”

The hostess smiled and left the menus as she walked away. “All right. Let’s look at the menu and decide what we want to drink and maybe eat before our server arrives,” I suggested, grabbing a menu. “I want a blackberry cream soda.” Tristan declared. “Is that good?” Samuel asked. “If ya like blackberries.” Tristan shrugged. “I’ll try that too.” Samuel declared. “Since I’m driving, I’m getting a sweet tea. What about you, Holly?” I asked. “They carry Eclipse lagers and stouts?” Holly blinked as she looked at the menu.

he said. Kristina doesn't know that Mr. Gracer is also the owner of this Restaurant. 5 Minutes later, three staff are now serving the dishes on their table. Grilled "Sinugba", is an assorted set of Grilled plates of seafood and meat creatively arranged in native servings. "Wow, it looks so delicious," Kristina who is a foodie, loves it. A smile appears on Mr. Gracer's handsome face hearing how delighted Kristina is. "Let's eat?" Mr. Gracer asked Kristina and started putting some dishes on her plate.

"Yeah. She's only been here for a month or so. She's a real busybody." Gabriel narrowed his eyes, seeming to think about something. Ginger said, "Don't worry about me. I've hardened up after so many years in the industry. I know how to face people like her." Gabriel stopped his train of thought and nodded. "Okay." At that same moment, Belle and Grayson had reached the restaurant. Grayson passed the menu to Belle. "What do you want to eat?" Belle studied the menu closely. "It's my first time here. What are their signature dishes?"

“Blackmail huh? I have some stories that’ll give you some juice on him.” “S-Sure.” I grumbled, eyeing the list of food that was presenting to me. “I w-want a bacon egg b-benedict and bacon casserole a-and an egg, and cheese brunch ring. P-Pink lemonade. Maybe a f-fruit cup too.” “You’ll get a fruit cup. There is no maybe.” Grayson pointed towards the table that we were sitting at earlier. “You and Vixen sit over there while I order the food. I’ll come back with it in a few.”

I looked up from my empty plate and asked, "What do you think about those files?" I asked, not expecting an enthusiastic answer. "My head is spinning," Sandra responded. We picked a new restaurant between Barnet and Whetstone, which had a fixed menu, changed each day. Today we had beef consommé, bitter greens with tomatoes the size of peas, thin roast beef slices, noodles in a green sauce, cheese that melted on your tongue served with sweet blue grapes. The servers, all young people dressed in blue tunics, move wordlessly to and from the table, keeping the salvers and wine glasses full.

So’s the peanut, if the sudden activity in my stomach is any indication. “I do, indeed,” Grayson concurs. “Lobster, celery, scallions, chives, seasonings and a special, light dressing stuffed into mini brioche rolls. Crab Rangoon. And lox on bagel slivers with a rich cream sauce and caviar.” “Jesus,” I murmur as my mouth waters. Nick’s head is still bent to mine and he says, “I think I have some competition for your affection.” Grayson hears him and scoffs, good-naturedly.