Novel Restaurant Novels & Stories

I laughed at the possibility of Matthew not even knowing what the word Humor means. When Matthew and I arrived at the restaurant, I wasn't shocked that there was a table available for Matthew, Mikey and I to eat, in this busy restaurant. Cielo is known to be the #1 restaurant in all of New York City. Their popular for their Lasagnas and dessert. I could never afford to eat at Cielo because its so expensive and theres never any available tables, because its always packed with people. As soon as we walked in the restaurant we were taken straight to our booth. There was a man already sitting down and talking on his phone.

“Damn, the eatery is demure, very fascinating, and unique; I am screaming luxury.” Cindy wowed; immediately they had reached the eatery. She couldn't help but keep staring at all the surroundings, the illuminating light chandeliers. “This is all that you need, baby.” Victor said to Cindy. Damn! The eatery “Divine's Taste Eatery" was really new; it was launched about three days ago, and damn, it was demure.

It was a mild evening when she was the new Italian restaurant in downtown in the United Kingdom. Alexander had chosen it extra — intimate, expensive, with private niches. He Lena wanted to show that her life now also consist of normal, beautiful things could. But normality didn't last long. They just got served the first walk when a man stepped at her table. Great, sporty, with a charming smile and a look to the Lena something long. “Lena Moreau? That’s not what it is!”

“Anton’s Palace.” My lips twitch. Fucking brat is showing off at this point. That restaurant is the fanciest restaurant in Dawn City. It is within Anton’s Hotel and it is always fully-booked there especially at the weekends. "It seems that you were preparing for this to happen, Clarence. Given that you booked a table there in advance." He chuckles as his eyes glint with mischief. "It's just a celebration of our project, Mr. Milano, I knew that Nina will get an A+, given how conscientious she is." He shakes his head. "It is not like I am kidnapping her or anything."

I looked up from my empty plate and asked, "What do you think about those files?" I asked, not expecting an enthusiastic answer. "My head is spinning," Sandra responded. We picked a new restaurant between Barnet and Whetstone, which had a fixed menu, changed each day. Today we had beef consommé, bitter greens with tomatoes the size of peas, thin roast beef slices, noodles in a green sauce, cheese that melted on your tongue served with sweet blue grapes. The servers, all young people dressed in blue tunics, move wordlessly to and from the table, keeping the salvers and wine glasses full.

Takeyasu understood she was fine talking, he went back to his table to dine with James. ~~~~ The actual name of the venue is called the Royal Elite Palace in New York city. It is in fact on the corner of Garfield and 69th street. the name of the restaurant used as inspiration in this section is called Rezdora. it's an Italian restaurant that serves a decent size portion. the food looks yummy. please keep reading theres going to be drama romance and tons of surprises.

which is an unusual name for a restaurant, but I won’t judge. The atmosphere is warm and Luxe. There are green velvet benches and Caneliers of stained glass floral designs and lots of plants and a small stage. The waitstaff have green aprons and crisp white blouses with black skirts or trousers. There is a mural on one wall that looks like the french countryside and warm wood details in the bar and tables. It almost feels like a garden cafe, yet indoors and cozy. A guy in his mid twenties greets us and seeing Neville’s invitation says “You must be Eduardo’s kid? He isn’t coming himself? Oh, well, you and your girl can come right in.” Neville blushes “Nova isn’t my girl, just a good friend wh

One night together might ruin them both. Chapter One The Man Who Eats Alone The hum of soft jazz floated in the air like heat rising off a simmering skillet. Candles flickered low in shadowed sconces. The restaurant had no name on the door. No phone number. No website. Just coordinates whispered between mouths that knew better than to speak too loudly. It was called Neri—but only among those who’d earned the right to say it.

He looked up at Jack, and Jack forced a smile at him. “Now eat,” Gideon said, handing him a fork. “This is the new restaurant that just opened in town. Someone told me their pastas are delicious. I want us to try it today and, maybe, the deliciousness will make you forget about Amber for a while.” Gideon teased, trying to lighten up the mood. Jack sighed and nodded slowly. He took a fork of the pasta and his tongue tingled. “Whoever told you that was darn right,” he said, trying to keep the mood going. “It is delicious!”

I was the jealous one who wanted Axel to myself and Penelope already has Axel's heart while I longed for it. "You guys are going for lunch?" The receptionist asked and we all nodded in response. "May I join please?" She requested. "Of course, you may," Isabella agreed and she clapped her hands as if she had won a trophy. It was just lunch. There was nothing special about it. We headed three blocks away from the gallery and walked into a restaurant called Dream on. What an inspiring name to give to a restaurant. We all placed our orders with the servers and while we waited and took our seats by the window side, Isabella began a conversation about the new art season in China. I blocked the con