Novels Restaurant Novels & Stories

that was not too far from her office. Although, the restaurant’s name was not that classy. Julie had spoken of this restaurant before, but Nicole never paid attention to it. When Nicole arrived at “Tycoon”, she noticed that the name did not really match the restaurant’s elegant style. However, it was a sight to behold. There was an antique bridge and a man-made river in the restaurant, and there were valuable ornaments everywhere. Even the ceiling had delicate embellishments. This was the first time Nicole came here, so she could not help but take a second look at the place.

Third POV Cassiel stepped out of the blacked-out Maybach, adjusting the cuff of his tailored black shirt as his gaze swept over the upscale restaurant. From the outside, Élan Noir was just another high-end dining establishment—where the city’s elite indulged in overpriced delicacies under dim chandeliers. But Cassiel knew better. This was his. A front and a fortress. The restaurant served two purposes: a place for legitimate business and a hidden nerve center for matters that never made it to legal ledgers. Deals were sealed here, alliances forged, betrayals whispered between bites of steak.

“I know a place. Why don’t we go have dinner tonight? My treat.” Andrius shook his head. “I don’t have time later. I’m going to Roman Restaurant on the Hidari Coast.” Fatty Frank was stunned when he heard the name. His eyes widened in shock and stared at Andrius. “Boss, where did you say you were going again?” “Roman Restaurant on the Hidari Coast,” Andrius repeated. “Boss, you’re going there with another woman? Aren’t you afraid that Luna will be mad?” “It’s just a meal.”

Bianca and her Masters had settled to dinner at a table at the swanky restaurant, which was called Captain’s. It was one of the nine in-house restaurants within the Shangri-La grounds. It was also the latest one, started by Dominick Delano, and Bianca knew the young man desperately wanted it to succeed. During a casual conversation, Serena Kingston spoke about how Rani and Dom were anxious to see that the Mafia Don appreciated how hard Dom was working to get a name in the field of restaurateurs.

It’s as if she has cast a spell on me. The waiter comes back to check that everything is okay for us, I tell him it is perfect. He nods and leaves us after topping up our wine. Kenna murmurs as she places a piece of tuna wrapped in rice with sesame seeds into her mouth. “So fucking good, unbelievable. This restaurant is amazing, Xander.” I smile, glad that I have brought her to somewhere that impresses her. “What books do you like to read? I know you were always in my library back home, you loved to read. Is this something you still do?”

Pulling up the search engine I typed in places to eat near me and was bombarded with way too many options. I found a restaurant names, St. Anselm, that specialized in steaks and grilled seafood and decided that would be the winner. Going to their website I looked through their menu wanting to be prepared for when we got there. It also helped to distract me from what Lucas was doing. Was he questioning someone or killing them? Had he found out who had been leaking info to the station now he had a man on the inside? Shaking my head I went back to the menu not wanting to think about that now.

Judeo informed me, which made me nod. “I’m coming, wait for me there at the main entrance,” I raised my voice before calming myself down so that I can walk properly. It wasn’t long until we entered the restaurant. Its name was Linguini, full of Paris-special dishes with a little bit of a touch of New york. Some of the displays were cookies, and cakes and those were my favorites because they were all made with cheese and cream cheese. Aside from that, the ambiance of the air puts my whole being at ease because the place wasn’t too cold or warm.

Like he was holding his breath. The restaurant was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen stars. White linen glowed under candlelight. Waiters moved like shadows, delivering plates of seared scallops, truffle risotto, wine that sparkled in the glass. They laughed. Mira told the story of the pancake ceiling for the tenth time. Zara challenged Nathan to a dessert duel — crème brûlée vs. chocolate soufflé. Rose quietly ate her meal, then whispered, “I’m naming my future dog Jasper Jr.”

Isobel casually glanced at the menu and carelessly spoke, "You seem to know this place a lot, you order.I'm fine with anything, I'm not picky.” Raphael leaned back in his chair and smiled at the girl beside him, then he said to the boss, “The usual.” “Okay." The boss smiled and answered, then whispered, "Your girlfriend is so pretty.” Raphael didn't refute after hearing this, his delicate eyebrows filled with smiles, "Thank you.” The boss finished and left the table with good sense. Isobel didn't hear the boss's words as she glanced around and asked Raphael, "Do you come here often?" The design of this restaurant was unique, with a serene and elegant setting by the mountains and the water!

He asked, and I nodded. “The restaurant is just across the street, so I will be back before you know it.” “Take your time, Noelle.” “I will, Doctor Hughes,” I said before closing the door. All of us just walked to get there since the restaurant was just a few steps from the hospital. Doctor Young reserved a long table for us. It is an al fresco dining. The restaurant has an open-air space at the back. They are serving grilled meat, pasta, and vegetable salad. “I’m glad you came, Doctor Lewis.” Doctor Young said while ordering our food.