Mattia Polibio Family Restaurant 소설 & 이야기

My eyes widened as I read the name in gleaming letters above the entrance: Smitheen’s Shopping Centre. I didn’t realize the Smitheen empire extended beyond tech. The thought of running into Leonard or Zoe made my pulse spike uncomfortably. “I’m famished,” Debbie said lightly, opening her door. “Let’s eat first, then shop.” Inside the restaurant, the staff immediately recognized her. They ushered us into a private room. “My special couples pack.” Debbie waved as they brought the menu tablet. Spaghetti Bolognese, golden fried shrimp, roasted chicken, and a bottle of rich red wine was served within five minutes.

“I’m running late and don’t have time to argue with you. Nori needs to sleep in her crib. I’ll be checking the baby monitor. I have to go.” “Is he here?” “No, I’m driving myself.” “Where are you going for dinner?” “This Italian place on Broadway.” I nodded. “It’s a great restaurant. If I were you, I’d try the Bella Italia; just a suggestion.” “Bella Italia…got it. Bye, Nori. Be good for your dad.” Nori smiled and waved her mother off. “Wait, wait, wait,” I called out as I snatched Nori out of the highchair, not paying any mind to her fingers covered with mashed potatoes. “Let me give you some money,” I said, catching up to her in the foyer.

Before Gianna could say more, her father was commenting, “The last person Gianna dated was an orthodontist. The one before him? Career military.” “Yes,” Gianna huffed out, “And before that was a museum curator. I don’t think the previous occupations of my former romantic interests have anything to do with Dante. Dad, please.” “Private security,” She heard her father mumble out. Giovanni volunteered, “Cy--Dante’s grandparents own this restaurant. Best noodles in Sangrid.” With a chuckle, Gianna said, “Best noodles in the country.” A pleased look finally replaced the critical one on Gianna’s father’s face. “They just might be,” he admitted.

Does he have any flaws? "I didn't take the liberty of ordering for you, I didn't know what you would like, but I can recommend the spaghetti and meatballs with marinara sauce or the mushroom risotto that is to die for", he says, and I nod my head slightly as I look at the menu. This type of restaurant doesn't even show the food prices on their menu. That is how expensive this place is. Do they put gold on their food? I followed Matteo's suggestion, and I chose the mushroom risotto while he ordered us some wine. Matteo decides on the spaghetti and meatballs with the marinara sauce.

He says I nodded “It’s not a problem at all Mr. Matthews.” I smiled politely “Damiano as in the restauranteur and hotel owner who is also the leader of the notorious Italian Mafia here in Seattle?” Lex frowned “You need to be careful Leo, you might get entangled in his business bub.” He warns

The two mafia families gathered around an enormous table while staff poured wine and served expensive food nobody actually cared about. My father and Roman Romano discussed business. My mother discussed wedding venues. Bianca looked seconds away from passing out. And Alessio— Alessio watched me. Constantly. Every time I looked up, his eyes were already there. Heavy. Intense. Dangerous. I could barely eat. “This salmon is excellent,” Roman announced calmly. My father nodded proudly. “Our chef trained in Paris.” “Impressive.” Across the table, Bianca suddenly pushed her plate away quickly.

I can only imagine the sight she saw. "It's okay, Tati," I say as I kiss her head and leave the room. ************* Vito, his men, and I walk into the Polizzi hotel. The concierge greets us and takes us into a grande ballroom conveniently made into the meeting room. There are already so many families seated. I see my name tag and take a seat. They are probably wondering who is over the Amato family now since my father disappeared. I look around, and glare and the men quickly turn their heads.

“I want to thank you as well Jeff. You really did take good care of her today and I am grateful.” “Of course, Sir. The young miss is a lovely lady.” I sit in the car next to Angel and Jeff closes the door before walking to the driver’s side to drive us to the restaurant. Twenty minutes later we pull up outside and I step out before holding my hand out to Angel to help her out. Luigi’s is a family run Italian restaurant that has been in business for the past fifty years. My parents enjoyed bringing me here on weekends or special occasions and I have many good memories here.

Usually, she, her Mom and sister dine in this restaurant. “Seigfred, you know, this is my family’s favorite restaurant here.” She smiled at the Man who looked so ruggedly handsome tonight, wearing a lacoste dark blue polo shirt with khaki jacket and maong pants. “Yes, I asked Mila.” He winked at him. Atty. Yhera sighs in reply with rolling eyes. Seigfred just laughed at her and started to eat.

“Most guys wouldn’t think about this. Wouldn’t care if I was hungry or tired or—” “Most guys are idiots,” he cut in, reaching for his own slice. “And I’m not most guys.” No. He definitely wasn’t. We ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, and I found myself relaxing despite everything. There was something grounding about this—sharing food, sitting close but not touching, the city lights twinkling beyond the windows. “This is really good,” I admitted after finishing my first slice. “Antonio is the best.” Matt wiped his hands on a napkin. “I stole him from a Michelin-starred restaurant in Milan.”