Mattia Polibio Family Restaurant の小説・ストーリー

“Are you serious? Matt, did you hear that?” “Next question!” announces Nico. “You have no food in the larder. Where do you head for a spontaneous meal out? Gentlemen, please answer again. First, Couple One.” “Er … fish and chips?” says Matt uncertainly. “Fish and chips?” Melissa glares at him. “Fish and chips?” “Well, it’s quick, easy.…” Matt quails at her expression. “Why, what did you put?” “I put Le Petit Bistro!” she says furiously. “We always go there when we want a quick bite. You know we do!”

Natalie said with a smile. "Let's go! We're not going home unless we get drunk!" Eli put her arm around Natalie's shoulder. She had gotten rid of one of her worries, so she was happy. They went to a well-known restaurant in A City called Landeier Restaurant. "The spaghetti bolognese here is very delicious, same goes for the grilled lamb chop. There are also banana pancakes, ribeye steaks, and mushroom soup. Sean and I ate those when he brought me here the last time," Eli ordered the dishes and a bottle of wine.

Ciara glanced at me, curious, but I only offered my hand as she stepped out of the car. The restaurant wasn’t flashy — I didn’t need flashy. It was old, warm, candlelit, tucked into a quiet corner of the district my family had protected for generations. The moment we walked in, the owner hurried over, wiping his hands on his apron. “Don Matteo,” he said with a respectful nod. “Your table is ready.” Ciara’s eyes widened slightly at the title, but she didn’t pull away from me. If anything, she moved a little closer.

“Where did Matt said he was going?” Clayton shrugged as he pulled out a chair for her, gesturing for her to sit down. She looked at him calmly and decided to sit on another chair, much to his frustration as shown on his face. She opened the bag and found out that he ordered from her favorite restaurant, The Italian Palace. “Did Matt tell you that this is my favorite restaurant?” She asked. “Yeah. He seemed to know a damn lot about you,” Clayton answered dryly as he pulled one container that contains the calzone. “Tell me, does he also who were your crushes and the men you went out on a date with?”

Damien cut me off and said to the man. "Ohh I am sorry young lady."The man named Antonio bowed as a sign of apologising. "Its alright."I replied briefly. "I know a lovely place you could go for your first meal of the day.Is is not far from here,you can walk upto there and let me tell you they serve the most amazing Italian food you ever eat in your life.Its a small home like restaurant run by a Sicilian family from five generation.They make you feel at home and I can bet you won't leave before dining there whenever you visit Italy."Antonio told us.

He closed the car door before shrugging saying, "I heard a few locals talking about it earlier on our walk. They said it's good." "So how do you know the direction?" I asked him raising a brow. "Well, I obviously asked them." He replied gently tapping my nose. I nodded my head slowly, looking up at the restaurant. It looked like a family restaurant, well, that was the name. "Ristorante per Famiglie" was written in Neon lights that shone brightly. "It seems to be a very popular restaurant," I commented, as we walked into the restaurant. It was buzzing with families eating and chatting, but I noticed there were no children under the age of 5 in the restaurant.

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

- This place is really cozy. Missy smiled at Logan's praise as the waiter served them two servings of their favorite dish at that restaurant: pasta Bolognese with steak Fiorentina. At first, as they made the drive to La Dolce Italia, she'd been afraid that this familiar, busy, non-exclusive place wouldn't appeal to a man as refined as Logan. After all, he and Victoria, despite having very different personalities, belonged to the same world of opulence. However, as she watched him enjoy the warm atmosphere and compliment the menu, Missy gradually felt more and more comfortable.

I say and shudder as Annalia laughs beside me. We were done playing the game and we are about going home. Group A won and the game was really fun. Matteo asked to take us home but we refused, we wanted to walk. It's not like the school is far from our apartment so then Matteo, Adrian and Mariquita volunteered to walk us to the gates. “You know I can play with some other thing that you would definitely enjoy". “Ha and what's that". Annalia asks. He smirks and says. “Your va...” Before he could let the word out Mariquita puts a hand over his mouth and smacks his head. Matteo just laughs and Annalia shrugs. “Come on let's walk faster Andrea I'm really hungry here". “Alright I know a good restau

Fabiola, who had been utterly silent and hesitant beside Matteo, took a sip from her glass of water, but she hid a smile behind the glass. Matteo looked at the house cleaner standing at the door and ordered, “Take Pa to his room. He’s had enough wine today.” Fabiola leaned into Matteo’s ears and whispered something before leaving her seat and disappearing through the door with her father. Rione shifted closer and whispered, “That was rather tiring.” It was fucking exhausting. I wanted to punch a fist into that man’s mouth to shut him up. He had never had the best personality for a Capo and neither did his brother, Horatio. Both were the same.