Monk's Indian Bistro Humble Novels & Stories

By the end of this month Abhimanyu will be the Managing Director of Singh Raizadas. They were in a private area and currently there is no one in the restaurant. He himself booked it completely. The table was adorned with a single candle and traditional brass plates filled with a vibrant Indian meal. There's a bowl of steaming butter chicken, fluffy naan bread, fragrant basmati rice, and a side of samosas. The air is rich with the aroma of spices—cumin, coriander, and cardamom—and a faint sound of soft Indian classical music plays in the background. The couple was laughing, enjoying the warmth of the moment, leaning slightly toward each other, their hands occasionally brushing as they share t

“Thanks.” He just nodded and we headed into the restaurant. Luckily, there was a booth available and we slipped in. We would still need to order at the counter but at least we had a seat. “What do you want?” Humming, I wrinkled my nose. “An order of the Dahi Puri, Tikka Masala with Lamb, Butter Chicken, a side of rice, and like eight orders of their Garlic and Basil Naan.” He chuckled. “Goddess, I didn’t realize I would need to take out a loan. Anything else, princess?”

I grinned, “It's the least I can do since you're helping me find shoes to match my dress.” Brynn excitedly scrambled from behind the counter, following me out the shop. The streets weren't bustling as much. Only a few wandered about, the rest probably returned home or grabbed lunch in a random pub. “Just down the road.” I pointed, “It’s the one called Humblers Tavern.” “I don’t think I ever ate there.” “It's not much appearance wise, but their food is amazing.” “They could do with a makeover.” Brynn agreed, “Maybe some paint could do. Or-”

"No, we won't stop at any barista. Mr Ishaan, it's time you get introduced to some local flavours." "And what is that?" "You'll see. She grinned at him." She made him stop at a small south Indian restaurant. "This place serves best Filter coffee in entire Bangalore" She declared. "I am looking forward to it." He grinned. Next 45 minutes he was treated to a typical south Indian breakfast of idlis, dosa, vada, and up with several helpings of filter coffee. "Wow! I must have gained like 5 kgs! Mom would be happy" he said patting his belly.

Jason shrugged. Then he looked at the bald donkey from the Snow Summit. "He is also a monk, so are you. Look at him, and then look at you?" Pointing at the bald donkey from the Snow Summit, Jason scolded angrily. "Amitabha. It's time for dinner." The monk said, bowing his head. Ava could not help laughing. "You foodie!" Jason scolded angrily. "It's not that I'm hungry, but I'm reminding you." the monk said lightly.

“It's delicious. I have not eaten Indian breakfast in a long time. The filling is delicious, and there is a lot of filling with a fragrant liquid. It's good. Where did you buy it?” “Go straight to this road. There is a restaurant called “Flavor Gathering House.” I said. When the three-word “Flavor Fathering House” came out, the people who were eating Clara’s Western breakfast were all stunned. “Flavor Granting House” was different from other restaurants. It was an old restaurant with a ten-chain of stores all over the country. Every chef was invited back from a Michelin restaurant. This restaurant only sold Indian food and every dish was exquisite. Most importantly, it was very expensive and

Rayen calls me. "Hey… come out soon. I'm done with my work. Let's have lunch together!", He says and agreeing to it I left with him for Orchids Mama Kitchen. Its one of our favourite dine corners and they serve the best authentic Indian food. Rayen is Christian but thankfully an Indian and he gets me to explore different mouth watering cuisines of India which I'm surely addicted to. We order ourselves a lemonade as the food arrives with roasted papad and salad. And after half an hour our order arrived having Biryani, kebabs, chicken and paneer curry and flatbreads. I ate to my fullest blocking Shawn at the end corner of my head. I won't let him affect my mental or physical or emotional healt

Not exactly a five-star restaurant. The large sign hanging in the front window was slightly tilted to the left because some broken ceiling tiles were coming out of place. It was hard to miss the brightly lit neon blinking sign that read, “T sunami”. From the front windows, I could see the tables inside and it did not appear to be very crowded. At the entrance of the restaurant, there was a bronze statue of a pudgy monk sitting crossed legged with his large belly bulging out and a huge smile on his face. As I stepped inside, my ears filled with the sound of booming noises that came from customers. It was obvious from the sound of laughter and chatter that everyone was having a good time.

He passed by a donut shop and salivated for some sweet and so he bought three pieces of Bavarian flavor that he ate as he goes back to the place they're staying for a while. "Back so soon?" Rig grunts as he stood up from sitting in the same position where he left him. "Well, Indians served customer's order faster than Starbucks." He humored and placed the other bag above a small table and held up the other one at Rig. "It's for the boss. What happened here while I'm gone anyway? Any bullets shot? Any broken legs? A hole in a skull, something like that?"

Jade felt it in her gut, and she had resolved to get to the bottom of it after the party was done. Several people were already in attendance as she entered AquaNox—a beautiful seaside villa situated in a quaint Mumbai suburb that Wynter had converted into a restaurant. Despite being several years old now, it still ranked as one of the top restaurants in Mumbai. Actually, most of the Nox Group restaurants were top-notch. But this evening, she had to admit that AquaNox looked fabulous. Her sister had surpassed herself for Aisha’s birthday.