Mattia Polibio Family Restaurant 소설 & 이야기

He clapped his hands and the chandelier in the room lit up, flowers were used as decoration. "I'm Matteo Esposito, the owner of this enormous building, son to Mr. Esposito, an Italian and Ms. Isabella, an American... I lost my dad this year and my mom is still nowhere to be found. Anyways that's not the main reason for this event." He took his phone and went through it. Immediately, Different types of dishes and wine were brought to the table. They bowed as they left.

Kikka told Mamma with a perfectly straight face. "Oh! Well, welcome, welcome!" Mamma beamed, clasping her hands to her chest. "I'm Mamma Manzano. My father owns this restaurant, my husband is the manager, my son is the head chef, and this bella over here is my lovely daughter, Kikka. It's a proper family business! Please, you must have a bottle of our finest champagne on the house, eh? True love should always be celebrated!" "Wow, thank you so much! That's incredibly kind of you," Ben replied, looking genuinely touched.

Always checking up on me, making sure I am okay and constantly updating me even when Ezekial does. So many scenarios running through my mind, I have absentmindedly walked all the way to the restaurant. Well damn. I hope I didn’t leave anything on. Catch my damn house on fire cause I can’t properly think. ‘MAMMA IN CUCINA’ - Mom in the Kitchen. The name of the best Italian place I have ever been to. Spaghetti and meatballs, chicken parmesan. And the homemade pizza. To fu.cking die for. The smell of fresh sauce and dough being hand made in the back gives me chills. I feel like a fat kid but oh well. It’s either food or alcohol. I choose food at this point.

“They’ve always been respectful of my life choices. Anything I want to do doesn’t face opposition from my family—under most circumstances, anyway. Of course, I can’t abandon the family business, either, so I guess after a while I won’t be able to watch my restaurant as often as I’d like.” Arianne nodded. “I agree. I wouldn’t want you to spend too much of your time and focus on a single eatery, too. Your family’s main business should be the right way forward—especially when this restaurant’s significance hardly matches the grandness of your family business. But hey, if you’re worried that you not being here is gonna stop me from coming, well, don’t. Because I’ve turned into one of your most l

Everyone was squished around my kitchen island. We men were all standing as the women took the four available barstools while we enjoyed another home cooked meal courtesy of Momma and Papa Amatucci. I was willing to front the money to give them their own restaurant. Or just become my personal chefs. "Maria, Angelo, this was the best meal I've had in ages. Thank you so much for letting me join you," my mom said as the Amatucci kids cleared the table. She patted her belly. "My husband is going to be so jealous."

I smiled and felt a rush of excitement as we made our way to the table. "You booked the entire restaurant for us?" I said with star eyes. Matteo's response was a laugh. "I own this restaurant Mia Cara, so keeping it exclusive wasn't a problem." It made me wonder whether this man owned the entire Italy. The waiter brought us our menus, Matteo was waiting for me to order but everything tasted good. We both laughed as we tried to decide what to order. I had never gone out to eat before and I wouldn't want to mess it up by ordering something shitty. "You order." I told Matteo who nodded with understanding.

The owners are pack members, who joined from Italy, this is real food. “Another stupid American asks why the Alfredo is not ‘creamy’” Mamá says as she brings us menus. “Restaurants here ruin good food.” “Can I get my pizza please,” Zach asks her with a little pout. “My best friend is teasing me about my sister.” “Oh, little Alpha,” Mamá pulls his head to her chest in a motherly squeeze. “Is the Beta being mean to my Alpha?” “Yes, Mamá,” Zach plays it up.

But her mother’s arm slipped around her shoulder, gently guiding her toward the dining area, and Eloise found herself falling in step without protest. The dining table was already set when they arrived... candles glowing in the center, soft music humming through the speakers. Matteo and Luca were already seated, with glasses of wine and teasing grins on their faces as the rest of the family entered. “Ah, the VIPs have arrived,” Luca said playfully, raising his glass. “You’re just in time. Matteo made his signature lemon herb chicken.” “Please don’t hype me up,” Matteo replied, though clearly pleased with himself. “It’s just food.”

As the heir of the George family, even the smallest whisper could cause an uproar. Lucia, on the other hand, had almost been forgotten. She stepped out of the car and flashed him a bright smile. “What do I have to be afraid of?” Damiano gestured toward the entrance. “Then get inside. You barely ate anything earlier.” They entered the restaurant together. No one took their order, yet dishes kept arriving one after another. Damiano didn’t eat. He simply opened a bottle of wine. “All of these dishes are pregnancy-safe. Eat as much as you like.”

I uncovered the dishes, revealing Veal Parmesan, lasagna, lobster tails served over angel hair pasta, Chicken Parmesan, Chicken Marsala, Seafood Alfredo, Spaghetti and Meatballs, Eggplant Parmesan, and more. "My Lord, Lance!" Leila said, completely surprised. "You ordered from Maggiano's Little Italy again, didn't you? You shouldn't have!" I shrugged as a smile curled my lips. "You enjoyed it so much yesterday that I asked Kellen to order it for us again today." "Daddy!" Jase yelled as he suddenly ran into the room, jumping into my open arms as Adeline followed him into the room. "You're home!" Jase said happily.