Monk's Indian Bistro Humble Novels & Stories

The chef was relieved still he did not move as he waited to hear the confirmation from the boss himself, Tazz nodded at him, then returned his gaze at Mahira who looked embarrassed. The chef gave Mahira another nasty glance and turned to leave. He must have hardly taken more than three steps when Anuj saw what was served to Tazz. His eyes widened in disbelief and his face scrunched up in anger. “Wait,” he commanded the chef and his team, they turned around, worried look on their faces “What is this?” Anuj picked the spoon that Mahira had snatched and picked up a serving of the dish from Tazz’s plate. “Mr. Jindal, thats a classic Shahi Mushroom creamy curry” the chef replied, “Its a specialit

It was a famous spot right down the street from the office, known for making the best medicinal comfort food in the district. Anika pushed open the heavy glass doors, the warm aroma of boiled grains and herbal broth immediately hitting her nose. She hurried straight to the counter, pulling out her wallet. "Welcome! How can I help you today?" the young cashier asked with a bright smile. "I need an order of the special abalone porridge, please. To go," Anika said, her breathing still a little shallow from running. The cashier’s smile instantly dropped into a look of pure apology. She pointed a finger toward the digital menu board behind her, where a bright red text had just flashed across the

Quick, tell my ears, what color hemp sack do they like best? Blossom cannot stop laughing at her screen. My mind worries her body might actually pass out from the joy. As for her boastful digital display, my heart is torn right between exasperation and amusement. At seven sharp under the moon, our transports arrive at Myhill CrestHALL's grand Moonpeach Den. It is the absolute oldest, most characteristic, and priciest eatery in the entire territory. Many celebrity alphas and foreign pack dignitaries dine there during their official visits to the city.

So we decided that tomorrow we will shop for them as well as Divya. After Completing shopping we decided to have dinner in Pali Bhavan restaurant which is a very popular North Indian cuisine restaurant. I was observing that from the time both Shreya and Kary met they were glaring at each other. Now also they sat opposite to each other and glaring at each other. I shook Shreya and asked her. She shook her head in no and started having a meal.

"So this is in the top ten. Tomorrow we'll have dim sum in Chinatown, but it would be hard to talk there. Tends to get a little noisy and crazy." I couldn't complain about the small restaurant she'd chosen, although I did love a good Chinese dumpling. This one, though, was cool in a kitschy, throwback way: it was a little hole-in-the-wall in Haight-Ashbury called Aquarius, and the walls were covered in old stickers and photos from the days of the hippies. Groovy music-or at least, that's what Quinn called it-played in the background, and the wait staff all looked as though they'd stepped out of a documentary about the Swinging Sixties. "This one feels very San Francisco." I took a tentative