Linguini Remy Novels & Stories

[Carlos] Before we start on finding who we looking for, we decided first to eat on a restaurant to satisfied our hunger. We are now here in Liman Restaurant and there are lot of people with us here at this moment. Everyone is busy on their food at thier table while we still waiting for our order because we just arrived here. We ordered a Lamb Shish, Chicken Kebab, Gnnochi, Seafood Linguine, Mussaka, Mash Potato and a Bloody Mary for our drinks. After waiting for almost a minutes, the crew serves our order in front of us. As they took the cover off, the smoke of new cook came out and the smell were good. I can't help to crave more on what I am seeing in front.

and what can we offer you? "What did she say?" I asked Adriano because I don't understand Italian. "She wants to take our orders. You should order first." He handed the menu to me. After much hesitation, I decided to have Gnocchi which was an Italian dish, and a banana smoothie. And Adriano ordered Lasagne and a lavender smoothie. I think he likes lavender because this is the second time he has ordered a lavender smoothie. ********** "Bentornato a casa, Adriano." Hugo greeted Adriano as he slowly opened the gate. (Welcome back home, Adriano)

“Are you ready to order?” “I’ll have the linguine pescatore,” Derek said, handing over his menu. “With the house salad, no dressing.” Ryleigh scanned the menu one last time. “I’ll have the chicken marsala, please. And the garlic mashed potatoes on the side.” “Excellent choices,” the waiter said with a smile, then turned and strode away. Ryleigh wasted no time. She snatched a warm piece of bread from the basket and took a generous bite. Her eyes fluttered closed as she rolled her eyes in pure bliss. “Oh my God, this is delicious.”

- I looked at the grilled food in surprise. - What did you think it would be? - He looked at me amused. - I don't know. - I couldn't help but smile. I had imagined the most complicated dishes there could be. Damien smiled and nodded. We ate in silence and then came the main courses, seafood linguine, according to Damien, and although exotic to me, it won over my taste buds. Between meals, Damien tried to tell me a bit about the people I would be meeting on Sunday. Politicians, national businessmen and some from abroad like Damien. And of course, their wives,

She looked at Jessie. Jessie looked at leanunya and nodded, “that does thank you. Any other dishes you like that you can name?” Leanunya paused, “there was this dish in Baromont I liked.. I think it was called.. ..Sorbar von.. other than that I can’t think of anything else..” Jessie smiled, “that's fine. Thank you for talking with me. I’ll let you get back to your reading. I think I have enough to be able to make your stay a little better.”

Not one but, all part of hers sought to be with him and hearing the news from Manager Lucia caused her so great joy. She was going to see him that night and she couldn't wait to. Linda rolled her eyes over the dishes on the table and sighed, recalling Manager Lucia had told her the name of the strange meals she was seeing for the time. "Fettuccine pomodoro, " She began to point to each on the table, "Mushroom risotto..." "Chicken marsala " She paused when Lucia cracked with a laugh. Linda shook her head with red cheeks. "Only if you have the Italian accent. You got this American and Scottish accent mixed together. It's strange, yet, amazing" Lucia told her and pushed her blonde hair behind h

He said, studying one of the menu on the table. The waiter drew forward to attend to them. Inara stared at the second copy of the menu on the table. There was no need for her to check now. She hadn’t been eating well because of the unpleasant events going on in her life, hence, she didn’t even have any appetite but she would have loved to make her choice. What had she gotten herself into? “I’ll have Jamaican chicken sauce with some white rice. And bring us a bottle of wine. Domaine Leroy would be nice.” Lemuel said to the Waiter.

Then he picked up the menu and studied it with the same intensity. Caleb sat across from him. Nora sat at the end, equidistant from both of them, which was not something she had planned and was not something she was going to think about. "They have pasta," Liam said. "They do," Caleb said. "What kind." "The menu will tell you." Liam read the menu. "Penne. Rigatoni. Tagliatelle." He considered this. "What's tagliatelle." "Flat ribbons." "Like fettuccine?"

Macken was pleased to feel the classic aroma of zucchini, cherry tomatoes, and cheese blending. Kenny is busy with a plate of grilled shrimp with Puttanesca sauce. Macken raved that the Puttanesca sauce was the wonderful gift he had worked so hard for during a trip to Italy. It is, of course, Italian ketchup. Macken suggested that Kenny try some Puttanesca sauce and then guess what the ingredients were. He tried it quickly, the tip of his tongue gradually spreading a sense of enchantment. Kenny exclaimed: "I recognize olives, capers, onions, garlic, paprika, marjoram, and a little bit of passion so familiar but can't remember."

Melody asked the hostess for a table at a side area so they could chat together some more. “What do you usually get when you come here?” I asked. “It is all delicious, but my favorite is the Pollo Lemón.” Melody set her menu to the side while I still perused the menu while waiting for the sever. When they did finally come over Melody ordered her favorite and Teddy did the same, but adding another main dish of linguine.