Mythos Restaurant Novels & Stories

The cathedral-high ceilings, walls adorned with acrylic, sedate paintings, and mosaics in hues showcasing winged cupids and the disciples of Jesus Christ from the Bible made Zara feel a particular way—a sort of hallowed adoration. It also gave the restaurant a genuine, distinctive finish. The atmosphere hung heavy with the murmur of low voices, of locals puffed in jackets eating quietly. Nat described the place as perfect Gothic architecture. “This eatery is one to be reckoned with. Stunning—just stunning. What do you think?” he. looked at Zara enthusiastically. “Absolutely,” she replied. They had gyros with lamb sauce and different cocktails, from mint juleps to mojitos and martinis. A rhub

he agreed. Sophia had arranged for a car to pick up Michael from his office. She had chosen The Sartorial Bistro, a fabulous new restaurant in the heart of the city that had caught her eye. It was a place she had been meaning to visit for the past month, known for its fusion cuisine combining American flavors with global influences. The restaurant boasted a breathtaking view of the entire city, and its walls were adorned with lush hedges, creating an ambiance that felt like an escape from the urban hustle.

They had to focus on things that were the priorities in their list. Thabo took out a black card and asked Theodora to order everything she wanted. She looked at the menu and could see that all the dishes did not come at a cheap price. All the dishes were exotic and exquisite. Her palate began to be activated as she looked at the list of the dishes in the menu. It was indeed a boutique restaurant. All the elite of Ejozi used to dine and wine there. So, it was a famous spot for the rich and famous.

“You can order anything you want. The place is called Hoshizora Dining, isn’t it, sweetheart?” “Yes. That’s what Mrs. Yoshida told me.” “The restaurant has an excellent reputation,” Chase went on. “Beautiful interiors, elegant atmosphere, and a wide lake view right in the heart of Mighata. I’m sure you’ll love it.” Josh clapped his hands, thrilled. “Yay! I want sushi, ramen, and maybe ice cream too!” Althea shook her head, smiling. “Better stick to just one, Josh.” “Two?” he bargained, his eyes sparkling with hope.

Twenty minutes later we got out of the car and I saw a big sign for the restaurant he parked in the parking lot of. "Messiah's." Catchy. I had never noticed it before. Probably because this wasn't my part of town. I could afford places like 'Fa ood' which was on the door of the place I usually went to on special occasions. It was supposed to have said 'fast food' but the 'st' and ‘f’ fell out. It was also a trailer truck turned eatery with questionable health credentials. We got off the car and he even opened my door for me. I didn't know how I felt about that. I also noticed some strange looking men standing outside the restaurant. Cass had noticed them before me and I saw his muscles tense

It was cold inside when I got there because the whole restaurant had a centralized air conditioning system. "Hi, welcome to Nóstimo Fagitó Taverna," one of the waiters said after I found a seat. It was still too early, so it wasn't that surprising that there were only a handful of customers in this restaurant. Since I couldn't understand Greek, it was a nice thing that the menu also included an English translation in addition to the picture, showing that the shop had taken into account the needs of customers of various races. "I like to order this moussaka and tiropita, and for my drink, I want cherry vyssinatha. This doesn't have any alcohol, right?" I asked, just making sure.

m Marissa. I'd never been on a better date. Granted I'd only been on like three total since having the twins and I couldn't remember anything before then but still. Zayne had made reservations at Malory's, the fanciest restaurant in all of Hallowden. Which wasn't saying much really. Fancy restaurants weren't a thing here. Dates were usually conducted at local bars, the park or diners. Eating at Malory's usually signified a big occasion.

“As long as it doesn’t rain.” “Wow,” I said, breathless. “That was amazing.” “Maybe I’ll take you to work someday.” I grinned. “I’d like that.” “Good. Now, come on. I’m starving.” This felt suspiciously like a date, even though Max said he wasn’t interested in a relationship. But I didn’t bring it up for fear of ruining a great night. The restaurant was packed. It was a well-known Thai place that Marissa had told me to try, but I could never afford even the cheapest thing on the menu.

Brody replied indifferently, “I still have some important matters to attend to, so I won’t be going on the tour. I wonder where the Right Military Governor, Arlo Griffin, is? I want to meet him as soon as possible.” Callum hurriedly said, “The Right Military Governor has already booked a banquet at the best Oskian restaurant in Naples and is waiting to welcome you, Mr. Jothurn!” The Maybach driven by Callum stopped in front of an Oskian restaurant called Banyan Tree about half an hour later. This restaurant was located at the bottom of a forty-storey high-rise building. The interior of the restaurant comprised three floors after entering from the ground floor. Callum opened the door for Brod

Willow’s POV “Can we afford this?” I asked Adonis, glancing at the menu. We were seated at a table in a new five-star steakhouse called Syndicate that had just opened up. We’d just secured a contract with a boutique store in a trendy area of the city and we’d decided to treat ourselves to a fancy dinner to celebrate. The restaurant was elegant, with white-gloved waiters and a decadent chandelier as a focal point the moment you walked in. It was one of those restaurants that didn’t even list the prices of the menu items.