Norske Nook Pie Menu Novels & Stories

“So does that mean we should just order a couple of bread baskets with smoked salmon chowder to dip it in? And what is this mystery meat stew?” “It’s whatever game they were able to hunt down or came in the latest shipment. I think it’s usually a mix of caribou and moose. Maybe muskox. I think every once in a while they get dall sheep. And sometimes it’s plain ol’ beef or pork. They always have stuff like mystery meat pie or mystery meat lasagna on their menu.” “Looks like they have a lot of chicken options.” Gigi examined the menu. “I guess they get it from the pack chicken coop so that makes sense.”

They formed their community and were busy chatting while eating the dishes brought by the waiters. “Today's menu is beef steak with my special sauce. Mashed potatoes, then spaghetti, beef wellington, there was clear soup which I prepared as an appetizer for them. It's a light soup made from vegetable stock. And for dessert, I made fudgy brownies, cheesecake, and apple pie. There is also an ice cream buffet on top with a variety of toppings. Especially for today a ten percent discount.” For some reason, Blakely wanted to smile stupidly in front of Nickson. Even though she knew he wouldn't respond more than a flat arch of his lips. But she still wanted to smile in front of the man.

He watched Noreen's eyes light up as Sander removed the covers from the plates one by one and helped the waiters place the food on the dining table. Thiery stood up from the sofa and sat beside Noreen on the dining chair, while Sander sat across the table from Thiery. "Uh, do you have chocolate pudding? Or anything made with chocolate?" Noreen asked one of the waiters. The waiter nodded. "Of course, ma'am," he replied. "We have tiramisu brownie cake, opera cake, triple chocolate balls, double chocolate tart. We also have pudding." "I'd like a double chocolate tart and a tiramisu brownie," Noreen said happily. She turned to Thiery. "Can I have that?"

I don't have to fly alone, I get a longer break overseas with people I know, win-win. "Do you want your wedding to go ahead or not?" I poke my tongue out, resting my suitcase by my feet to finish reading the email. "The Salon has sent me the third alternate menu for the dinner. It looks scrumdiddlyumptious! Lobster mornay, crispy skin pork, lemongrass chicken skewers, garlic and rosemary porchetta. What do you think?" Hansley licks his lips. "Yum! But Jackie has the final word, whatever she wants I'll agree with."

Since there were only five entrees to choose from, it won’t take me long to decide. “Do you need a minute?” “Go ahead and I’ll be ready when you’re done.” I said to Piercy without looking at him. I was nibbling on my lip as I debated my limited choices. “I’ll do the stuffed mushrooms, the ribeye that is medium rare. Then I’ll do the baked potato and apple pie.” “Luna Brett, what would you like?” My eyebrow raised as I glanced up at her. “I’ll do the…. Bruschetta. Then the skewers with steamed broccoli and coffee gelato.”

"Here." Hades grabbed it away from him. Not what he meant, but he wasn't going to argue. Trying to remember a number he never called because Jinx was his closest contact and hence, on speed dial, Hades called two wrong numbers before looking up the Mousetrap. Hopefully Jinx was working a double as he often did. "Mousetrap Cafe. We are here to serve." Jinx's voice was hopefully the first in a few more strokes of luck today. "Can I interest you in a pie delivery? Today's special is Lemon Ham with Pickle and Papaya."

My sunshine. “Hey, Rory. How Ya doin’ tonight, hun?” Nash asks, smirking at me. Rory blushes. “Hey, Nash. I’m not too bad today,” she says looking at the both of us. “Do you still need a minute to look at your menus? I can come back if you aren’t ready… Or I can give you our specials for the night?” She suggests shyly. “What are they tonight?” Nash smiles at the girl. “Tonight we have clam chowder with the fish ’n chips or we have the pot roast with mashed potatoes and steamed veggies,” she states with a soft blush.

"Who're your friends?" "This is Noah and Lena," Jake said. "Be nice to them. They're cool." "Any friend of these two troublemakers is either very brave or very stupid." Marco studied us with open curiosity. "But I like your faces, you both look like you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. What can I get you?" Nicole and Jake spoke at the exact same time: "Large pepperoni, extra cheese, light sauce, well done, with a side of garlic knots and two Cokes."

December settled over Brooklyn with its usual mixture of cold mornings and the particular warmth that came from windows lit up early and bakeries full of people escaping the chill. The holiday menus across all four locations were Renee's project this year — she had decided, with characteristic precision, that I had enough on my plate with the Financial District location's first holiday season and had taken point on the seasonal specials herself. "You just want an excuse to control the gingerbread situation," I said, looking at her spreadsheet.

Claire commented, giving a dreamy look as she stole glances at them one more time. “That's true Claire.” I said. Jane gave an affirmative nod. “What can we offer you?” A waiter who was assigned to our table asked. “I will be having a medium size pizza and average size cola with some pot roast.” Jane was the first to speak up after going through the menu book. “I will be having burgers, fries and milkshakes.” I told the waiters who went on scribbling everything down. “Get me a Lobster roll, sandwich, fried Chicken with an average size orange juice.” Claire said.