Sundae And Fries Novels & Stories

He questioned. “Fries and sauce with pancakes and syrup, I don't want to go inside, I'm afraid my stomach may churn,” I ordered and he whipped his head back and for a moment I thought he was going to get a whiplash. “Fries and sauce with pancakes??!!!! Will you eat that together or you'll eat them separately??” He exclaimed and scrunched up his nose in disgust. “I'll be eating them together of course, why are you overreacting as if you haven't heard the sweet combination before?” I asked with irritation dripping from my tone.

That couldn’t be Vander, right? “I hope you find him,” Vander said, unmoved. “Can we place our orders now?” “Yes, go ahead. You both get free drinks on the house, whichever you want.” “That’s so kind of you, thank you,” I responded. Lady Luck must love me today. Before I could say a thing, Vander stepped in. “She’ll have a double cheeseburger, large Fries, and an ice cream sundae. Be generous with the chocolate sauce. She lives off that thing.”

Sebastian adds. "And what kind of sauce for you both?" Edwin turns to River. "The Blue-," "Bleu Cheese Special Sauce, the tenders have to be cooked thoroughly, no fries, maybe cooked potatoes, light on the cilantro and butter, maybe a substitute with less trans-fatty acids." Sebastian says, folding his menu closed. "Cairo only likes fries on occasion, and River can't stand them."

He immediately tell TJ’s order to the crew without asking me. “Two large fries, three yum burgers, one super meal and two sundaes,” Armand ordered to the crew. “Add an extra ketchup for the fries and no drinks, thank you,” he added. “Did I got what you want?” Armand asked me as he drove the car to the next station where we will get our order. Surprisingly he still remember what I want. I replied him a nod with a smile of impressed and told him, “you still didn’t forget eat.”

I wouldn’t do that to Tyler. He’d ordered for us both immediately we sat down. Two colossal sundaes, just as promised, arrived in tulip-shaped glass dishes that looked too delicate for the sheer mountain of ice cream, hot fudge, nuts, and whipped cream they held. A single, unnaturally red cherry perched on each peak. "Eat," he commanded, pushing one toward me. "Brain freeze is the goal." I picked up the long spoon. The cold sweetness hit my tongue first, then the rich chocolate, the crunch of peanuts. It was simple. Good. For the first time in days, I tasted something other than my own misery.

Ruth asks. “Luke and I always split the shark platter together. It’s stake, onion rings, fries, mini burgers and sausages,” Dre explains excitedly. “We can all share, if you want.” And just like that, Ruth’s having dinner with us. The food arrives, and I have completely lost my appetite, so I only order a chocolate milkshake. Dre and Ruth dig in, I don’t eat, having lost my appetite. “Luke and I usually put onion rings and fries in the mini burgers and eat them as a whole,” Dre says, passing a burger loaded with fries and onion rings for Ruth to try.

"You do know combination and permutation?" "mmh" I nod. "You can try that to see how it goes." I nod in agreement and decide I will try later when I have the time. I shove the paperback to my bag as the waiter places a large plate of fries on the table and chicken wings on the side. We love to eat fries from the same plate since we were kids. Seeing who will get the curliest or crunchy fries. "How do you want to go about Quinn's issue?" Andre enquires as he seasons the fries with ketchup.

Behind the counter at the far end, a giant grill sizzled with hamburgers and hot dogs. Leesa and Rave crossed to the food line, where Rave grabbed two red plastic trays and handed one to Leesa. The line was mercifully short and moved quickly, with most of the kids skipping past the salads and vegetables and heading right for the sandwiches, fries and burgers. The smell of grilled beef and fries beckoned them, even here at the far end of the counter. Leesa also ignored the salads. She was too anxious to hear what Rave wanted to talk about to waste time picking out salad fixings. A burger and fries would do just fine, thank you.

“Good thing they’ll be on my burger then.” “True. Do you want to get an order of fries, and onion rings to share?” “Sure. As long as they have ranch dressing to go with the onion rings.” “I’m sure they do. What kind of milkshake do you want?” “Strawberry and banana please.” “Of course.”

Maria announced. The toppings selection was just as impressive, with everything from hot fudge and whipped cream to gummy bears and fruit. Behind the counter, the servers wore retro uniforms reminiscent of a classic soda fountain. They were friendly and eager to help, ready to make any custom sundae or milkshake that the customers desired. "Plain old vanilla for me please," Maria said as she and Diana got to the counter. "And strawberry sundae for my friend," She concluded. "Coming right away," The bartender announced happily, probably because what they ordered wasn't overly complicated. With the abundance of different ice cream flavors, some customers love to experiment and they sometimes m