Mattia Polibio Family Restaurant Novels & Stories

Since when did the business meeting between Angelo and Antonio, which he came for, begin to turn into a personal investigation of her? Chiara looked at Angelo, puzzled, would she answer, and he nodded at her in agreement. I run a restaurant in Kipisconi. She answered while the waitress put two glasses of wine on the table.. “Do you want to see the menu, Mr. Thomsey?!” In an annoyed tone, Angelo answered the waitress. "No, Kiara, do you like seafood?" Kiara nodded in agreement. "Okay, give us two shrimp pasta." Then he looked at Antonio.

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.

Whatever my mother had hoped to accomplish had been snuffed as soon as she married my father. Most of the occupants were associated with the family, and I nodded at some of the people sitting at tables as I passed by, knowing I would find my mother and younger sisters in the back room off the kitchen. My mother and her sisters had started The Eatery over forty years ago and it was where my parents had met. When they married, it became the unofficial meeting place for the Trivisonnos. That’s not to say the general public didn’t come here to eat, because they did. The Eatery was known for their desserts around the city, the biscotti, panna cotta, semifreddo, and zabaglione had won awards. The

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

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.”

I laughed, “I swear I have told you this before.” He shook his head. “Maybe but tell me again.” "Well, my mama’s name is Allegra and my papa is Mattia. They met when they were in high school but he was a big bully. Mom never liked him until one day when mom started dating other guys. Not long after, the two of them got together after my father told my mother that the boy she dated made a bet on her. His parents were rich and dined like my mother since she came from a poor family. His family wanted him to marry someone else but he didn't want to and ended up eloping with mom. It made his parents so angry that they cut him off. He started their small restaurant with his savings and the two of