The Blacksmith Restaurant Reviews Novels & Stories

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

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…"

My stomach did a little flipping thing it always did when I was nervous. Apex Tower wasn’t just rich. It was another world entirely, And Damien Black was the kind of name that made even the veterans at the restaurant trade whispers. I’d never served him before, but I’d heard enough. Reclusive. Loaded. Doesn’t tolerate mistakes. “Got it. I’ll prep it myself.”

Lira’s POV We stepped into the cool luxurious interior of the restaurant, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The noise faded and was replaced by soft music and the clinking of glasses. A smartly dressed waiter bowed slightly and gestured toward a reserved area. “Welcome, Blackwood family. Right this way.” We followed him past rows of diners, and I noticed some still staring, whispering, some even sneaking photos. But it didn’t bother me.

"There’s this one that I absolutely love; look! Read this!" "I had the pleasure of dining at this new restaurant, and I must say, I was blown away! The food was not only delicious but also beautifully presented. The service was impeccable, and the atmosphere was cozy and inviting. I highly recommend trying the signature dish, cooked by the talented chef Rhian. And the owner, Lyra, was a delightful host. Overall, it was a fantastic experience. Can't wait to come back!" Rhian replied with a grin, "I knew my cooking skills would impress them! But it wouldn't have been possible without your and Lyra's hard work."

I quickly caught myself frowning, getting an instant flashback of Grey and Jade humping. "Then this is a good arrangement, I see." He leaned back in his seat and said "Also, I recommend the steak meals on the menu, my chef makes them great and intensely mouthwatering." He made himself even more comfortable in the seat. "Oh no, thank you. I'm not a big fan of these undercooked and tasteless restaurant steaks and meat under the guise of medium rare steak and their other fancy names." I quickly dismissed it. It did not end well the last time.

Natalie said with a smile. "Let's go! We're not going home unless we get drunk!" Eli put her arm around Natalie's shoulder. She had gotten rid of one of her worries, so she was happy. They went to a well-known restaurant in A City called Landeier Restaurant. "The spaghetti bolognese here is very delicious, same goes for the grilled lamb chop. There are also banana pancakes, ribeye steaks, and mushroom soup. Sean and I ate those when he brought me here the last time," Eli ordered the dishes and a bottle of wine.

“Is that a good idea?” I shrugged. “Why wouldn’t it be? We’re just coworkers, right?” “Right.” She dragged that word out like she didn’t believe it. “Where?” “I’m thinking ribs. Have you ever been to Smoque?” “Never heard of it.” “Oh, it’s this little BBQ spot on Pulaski. They’ve got brisket that’ll make you question your mama’s cooking.” Her eyes lit up. “Brisket? Shit, I’m in.” We hopped on the expressway. It wasn’t a long ride, but it was one of those comfortable silences.

He peered at the dishes and then back at me, “You caught me.” “Then we’re done here. Eat up, and get the hell out of here,” I turned away from him, but stopped midway, “Also, I’m blacklisting you—“ “Sit with me,” he ordered, not in the slightest bothered about my threat. My withering glare was enough for him to deduce my eagerness to spend another second sharing the same breathing space with him. I was about to resume my stride when, “If you don’t, I’m going to drop a very bad review about your 5-star restaurant.”