Mano Modern Cafe Reviews Novels & Stories

As soon as I stepped foot inside the cafe, little Manson ran to me and hugged my legs, that's where he can reach. Manson is the owner of this Cafe's son, he's so adorable, he's just three years old but he's got a smile that can get girls falling. I picked him from the ground and placed him on my left side hip. I kissed his forehead and he giggled, his cheeks turned to pure shades of pink, he's blushing. My eyes scan the whole cafe and I saw Anna and Lucas sitting at our usual spot. I walked towards their direction, getting there I sat on the empty chair next to Lucas.

Not in some fancy restaurants that taste too bland. Manang Inday cooks the best here, and I can attest to that, as someone who had lived here for a few years when I had nothing. Ajax carefully looked at the menu, trying hard to pronounce each food but failed. “I’ll just have what you are ordering. I know you have exquisite tastes.“ I nodded, “You won’t regret letting me order then.” I instantly ordered our main dish Menudo, which has beef and some carrots and potatoes, sisig, topped with my favorite soup sinigang which has a sour and salty taste, side dishes with eggplant salads, and desserts like halo-halo and coconut juice.

it's a small cozy cafe named'BAKE MY LOVE',. Ahh rubbish.. people do alot of weird stuff for the publicity and guess what this name sucks to me.. Although I didn't like the name of cafe still looking at the interior I visited inside.. It was a cozy cafe filled with light music and a shelf of books... at one wall there written loads of quotes... One of the lady came to take my order, I didn't look at her and ordered the weirdest dish which they were serving.. GOOSEBERRY CHEESECAKE

Arriving at their favorite cafe where they often hung out, Amanda and Lea entered and looked around for Amanda's cousin, who had arrived a few minutes earlier. "Oh, there he is!" Amanda exclaimed, grabbing Lea's arm and half-dragging her towards a table where a lone man was waiting, stirring his drink. It seemed to be a cup of mocha coffee, judging from the aroma that immediately wafted through Lea's nose as they approached the table. Yes, the cafe was indeed special. Although the menu was standard, the uniqueness lay in the aroma and serving techniques that set it apart from other cafes. It became a favorite for Amanda and Lea, who were pure food lovers.

Thirty minutes later We pulled up in front of Caffé Noire—a monument of caffeine and capitalism nestled in the upper district of Manhattan. The kind of place where: The coffee comes with edible gold flakes, Everyone pretends to write novels on MacBooks, And if your espresso isn’t hand-poured by a Colombian barista named Mateo, it’s considered offensive. Outside, Illana stood there—gawking. Literal jaw-drop. Neon hair clashing wildly with the rose-gold accents of the coffee shop window.

As quickly as he grabbed me, he lets me go with a wink that paralyzes me and I watch helplessly as he heads for the stairs. ***** "That's a cup of Caramel lattè, a cup of mocha with extra milk. Two double chocolate chip muffins and two bagels with cream cheese." The lady at the register says as she sums up the price for my order. "Thank you." I say to her and pay up as I take the occupied takeaway tray. Mr. Robinson is standing outside the café with his back to me and I don't realize that he is making a phone call until he turns a little.

Then placing her matching handbag on the table, she was about to talk when the waiter came with a huge cup of Macchiato and placing the cup on the table the waiter asked in a very welcoming tone, "Any order for you, Mam?" "Yes same for her," Instead of Ruth Nicolas replied the waiter. Nodding his head in a very respectable way the waiter left them alone again. Macchiato used to be their favorite coffee of that Cafe with extra cream. It was actually the specialty of that Cafe. Everytime they used to come, they used to order that coffee. While sipping in the cup of the coffee, Nicolas asked Ruth in his usual composed tone, "Now tell Ruth. What do you want to talk about?"

“Callie!” “Finally,” Sammy exclaimed from the bench. “Come on. I saw that a new café has opened a few blocks from the west gate. Let’s eat there.” “A café?” I asked. “A new one?” Sammy stood with an enthusiastic smile. “Yup! Everyone’s been raving about the matcha cake. Let’s go?” Well, cafés tend to be expensive nowadays. Still, they began moving before I could decline. Unknowingly, I began following them.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulder and I let out a smile as we walked outside. Damn, this is beyond my dreams. I locked the door first before we went inside his car. It took us more than five minutes before we finally arrived at the cafe. Before we entered, I took a glance at the cafe's name which was being lit up by warm light. Nimo Brew. A smile formed across my lips. I saw this cafe a lot of times on the internet, but I never got the chance to come here. "So. . . this is Nimo Brew," I muttered and let out a chuckle before looking inside the place.