The Blacksmith Restaurant Reviews Novels & Stories

Someone who always had the perfect answer for any question. "There's a new Korean restaurant in town. Wanna try out their food and tell me what you think about it? It'll brighten your mood, I promise." I smiled. "Okay." ~ I muttered a thank you to the man who took my jacket and arranged on my chair. I watched as Liam made a face at me after tasting the food. "Something wrong with the food?" I asked him and wanted to laugh when he pouted. "Tastes like grandma soup." I stabbed at my steak and took a bite. "You bet your ass your grandma's soup tastes better than this." I said and we laughed. "It's great though. Lemme guess, Kim Ching owns this one too, am I right?"

Levi had reserved a table at Skyline, a restaurant on the rooftop of The Castle, one of several hotels owned by Van Holt Industries. The reviews Natalie had read on their way were mostly positive. Every man and his dog who had left a five-star rating couldn't stop raving about their 'out of this world' roof garden dining experience, vibrant ambience, and stunning views of Rock Castle's sunsets.

Blake commented on the restaurant looking at the traffic. “Uhum, that’s the one. An influential customer mentioned it last week and said their food was to die for.” “You don’t know how actual those words are. One slip of the chef, and you would die from the blowfish if not properly prepared.” “What? Not scared, are you?” She teased. Blake was the inheritor of the medical genius of his family, not to mention a cultivator. How could a mere thought of a blowfish dish scare him? So he laughed it off and replied.

It looks more like a western restaurant. It was still early, and there were not many people in the restaurant. Damon picks a quiet table and introduces the menu to Alexia, “They serve barbecue here too, but they only start serving it at 9 p.m. Take a look at the menu and tell me what you want. I’ll have them serve it for you.” Alexia raises an eyebrow and asks “Mr. Damon, aren’t you too conversant with the place?” Looking at her, Damon smiles with an expression saying, you should have known earlier. He replies to her, “Well, I am their boss.”

“You make absolutely no sense to me.” “If I can handle Rocky Mountain oysters, I can handle anything you make. At least I know you didn’t put anything disgusting in here.” Though it looks like you did. He took out two plates and dumped the slop on his and Mr. Blacksmith’s plates. “You should eat whatever is left over from Lydia’s cooking. Tomorrow night I’ll take you out to eat at any restaurant you choose.” He set the plates on the kitchen table. What would help wash the slop down?

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

Super talented! “Boss, I changed the time of the meeting earlier when I thought you would have missed the first one,” Norman spoke as his voice cracked. It wasn't long before we arrived at the restaurant. This is one of the best in the whole city of New York. I've always admired the serene nature of the place and it has remained my favourite place for the longest ever. Anyone close to me knows that. The door was cracked open for me, and I strolled in without hesitation. As I took some steps, some escaped into my ears. “Is that Liam Blackwood? The billionaire?”

“Ethan doesn’t have any plans tonight.” I’m surprised, really. Ethan is probably always busy, but the surprise turns to excitement as I step closer to Ryan. “Where are you thinking?” He questions, “There are several restaurants around his office that he likes. We could look there.” Nodding, I listen as Ryan lists off three restaurants. Each one sounds nicer than the last, all probably high-end and fancy just like Ethan. Ryan tells me about the Italian restaurant called Ristorante La Bella that is owned by an Italian family and serves authentic dishes. Then he shows me the Prime Parlor Steakhouse which serves the best steak in the city. The last one he pulls up is Red Koi which is a Japanese

She clicked off. He called the number he had for the other one. It went straight to voicemail. **** The soul food diner in the Bronx was the best kept secret in the tri-state area. The owner’s name was Hank. A black man who was super friendly and made sure his customers left full and happy. George and Chelsea had even ordered BBQ ribs and other food to take back home they were so good. “I have to remember that place,” Chelsea said. “It’s great, isn’t it? My friends and I discovered it during my freshman year in undergrad,” he said as he helped her with his coat she had on.

Why did they leave while giving their menu? Dylan walked to me and showed me his phone while saying, "Bella! Take a look at this." I got the phone from him while asking, "what is it?" When I looked, It was a review page. I looked at the review page and the reviews were really bad and there weren't any stars. When I scrolled, I came to know that it was all AB restaurants when they mentioned the name of our restaurant. After I read some reviews, "Rotten foods? Why are they commenting like that? When did we serve rotten foods? We're buying ingredients each and every day fresh and…"