Romo's Restaurant Novels & Stories

Jerry said, gazing at Rome with a smile on his face. “A compliment well received,” Rome mumbled as he laid his card on the desk. After Jerry had swiped the card, he handed it back to him, and Rome accepted it before walking out of the boutique with K following closely behind him. When Rome got back into the car, he looked at Mr. Orlando and said, “Take me to ‘O'La restaurant.” “But that's a one-hour drive.” Mr. Orlando mumbled in confusion. “I know.” “But you said…” “I know what I said. But what's the use of confronting an enemy on an empty stomach. It will just make me as miserable as them.”

A bouquet of red roses sits elegantly in the centre. Raffaele pulls out my chair, and I smile at him as I sit down. He takes his place across from me, his gaze unwavering. “Do you like it?” he asks a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “I love it,” I answer truthfully. “It’s beautiful, baby.” “They call this place Club Del Doge,” he tells me, pouring us glasses of rosé wine. “One of the most famous restaurants here in Italy. I promised to show you Italy, and tonight, I’m making good on that promise.”

consoled Claude. "You're making fun of me," said she while keeping her scarlet face hidden. "Of course I am. That was the most embarrassing situation I witnessed in my life!" "God!" The restaurant Claude bought her to, was one of the fanciest in the city: Le Rosier. It was a restaurant full of rose trees. The decoration is calming and pretty, extremely feminine and cozy: “What a magnificent place,” said Flora. “Do you like it?” asked Claude, proud.

he replies, motioning us to follow him. He leads us through the main dining area and into a quieter, cozier section of the restaurant, past an arched doorway that offers a little more privacy. The booth he seats us in is plush and comfortable, and I sink into it, feeling like royalty. A few moments later, an older man appears, dressed in a well-tailored suit and carrying himself with a quiet authority. His face lights up as he sees us, and he offers a small bow of his head. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he says warmly. “I’m Rocco. Any friend of Demitri’s is like family here.” He pauses, giving us a knowing smile. “May I offer to make you our house special? We only make it for very s

Rosa said, "I've been thinking about it. How about 'Roro Restaurant'?" Rosa felt a bit embarrassed: "The name might sound silly but it’s a syllable of your name and a syllable of mine. After all, you're the one who helped me open this restaurant. Also, I owe you a lot.” Aurora said, "Roro Restaurant is great, but this restaurant is all yours. I don't want a single penny. If you give me money, I'll never come back." “Aurora..." Aurora cut in, "You know I don't need money. I just need a place to eat. I can't cook, and I'm picky about food. I'll come here often in the future. Just don't find me annoying.”

Roman was definitely taken aback by her statement, he raised his brows eyes wide in shock, he dropped the menu in his hand and smiled. ‘Is this a good or a bad sign?’ Reyna questioned herself watching him blush. Roman ordered the waiter to come with a wave of his hand. “Well I will have the Bistecca alla Fiorentina and a Negroni, and Miss Styles will have Lasagna al Forno and red wine.” He ordered for them both and the waiter went to place their order. “You still like Lasagna right?” Roman asked. It was his turn to shock her, she never knew he was aware that she liked the dish apart from Brielle no one knew about her likes and dislikes. Even what was on the internet about her wasn't a hundre

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.

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

“Well, today you’re just family. No battles. No enemies. Just lunch.” “Nobody said anything about lunch.” Rafael rubbed his palms together with a huge smile on his face. “Well I just did.” Alessa replied. Servants moved quietly in the background, laying out steaming dishes: roasted meats, fresh pasta, bowls of fruit. The aroma filled the room, comforting and rich.

We sat down waiting for the waiter to come with the menu, she arrived with two menus. “good evening, sir and beautiful ma… what will you like to order? The waiter asked, keeping a professional face and putting on a suit and tie. “I'll have the beef steak and chicken Parmesan with salad. Olivia ordered, and she smiled at me. The waiter nodded before turning to me and saying. “And you sir, what will you like to order sir? The waiter said politely keeping his professionalism, he had brown hair that reached the tips of his neck and green eyes that seemed friendly, even though they weren't giving you a warm welcome.