The Last Restaurant In Paris Novels & Stories

The drive back was a breeze. It went by so fast. He decided to take a shower in the meantime, to wash away the exhaustion of the day. He had just a few minutes left to dinner with his mom. Damian adjusted his cufflinks for the third time that evening, even though they didn’t need adjusting. He had gotten a message from his mother with the restaurant’s name earlier...Gout de la Maison, one of those places that only took reservations if your last name carried a certain weight or your pockets was very deep. It was the kind of restaurant where the waiters wore a three-piece suit and spoke with a foreign accent, where the light seemed engineered to flatter expensive jewelry.

“Well… The other day, I was reading about an interesting place. The guidebook was in French, so I didn’t understand too much. Only that this restaurant is part of a historic building.” “What is the name of this historic restaurant?” he asked raising an eyebrow. Cassandra looked at the guidebook again, slightly mystified by Sébastien’s incredulous reaction. “It’s called Lapérouse.” His face looked slightly pained. “Chérie, are you doing this on purpose?” She was confused. “On purpose… why? It just sounded nice. And, as the guidebook was saying, it’s one of the oldest restaurants in Paris.” Cassandra held out the book for him to see. Sébastien took the book and put it down.

"Now let's go enjoy our last night in Paris before returning to the dumpster fire that is your family situation." I couldn't help laughing at her blunt assessment. "When you put it that way, maybe we should stay here forever." "Don't tempt me," she warned. "I could absolutely be persuaded to become a permanent Parisian." The restaurant was perfect for the last night in Paris. It is but also with food that made conversation pause as we savored each perfect bite. Thomas and Morton were already seated when we arrived, both rising with old-world courtesy as we approached. "Ladies," Morton greeted us, pulling out Scarlett's chair. "You both look lovely."

"You know, after saving you from that accident ten years ago, the doctor had warned me to refrain..." I sighed and cut her short, "It's okay, I will get you the spot." I turned to look out of the window, feeling the weight of the years of blackmail related to the accident starting to take its toll on me. "Since I am just back, why don't we go to Blue Ivy Pavilion? I heard they got new chefs all the way from Paris. I really missed Paris dishes, and I can show you some of my new designs over the meal," Louisiana said, trying to change the subject. I looked at her and nodded my head, agreeing to the suggestion.

We ordered dinner and she was angry for exactly forty-three minutes and then she stopped and we talked until the restaurant closed around us and the staff began the quiet work of ending an evening. We were the last ones out. Some things were worth being the last ones out for.

He held me close as we watched the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, whispering promises that this wouldn’t be our last adventure. By Sunday evening, we decided to make the most of our last night in Paris by dining at the upscale restaurant Emerson had initially suggested. The idea of indulging in an authentic French dinner, complete with fine wine and haute cuisine, felt like the perfect way to close our Parisian escape. Emerson had already made reservations, so when we arrived, a charming waitress in her late 30s or early 40s greeted us warmly. She had that effortless grace the French are known for, her smile welcoming as she led us to our table.

He clarified as if my question was so stupid. "Yes. I know, Liam. I have been there." I said with a duh tone. "I know." He mumbled huskily and his next three words exactly, "I owned it." Woah. Okay. Even though my inner-self was literally screaming because I mean, who didn't love Laserre. It was by far the most famous and luxurious restaurant in Paris. Michelins stars, rarest ingredient all year round and incredibly impossible to get a table. "It's your favorite, isn't it?" His question took me by surprise and I rigidly nodded.

The restaurant happens to be a short walk from our hotel. It is our last night in Paris. We spent the first having mind blowing sex yesterday. And now the second which is actually the last is spent finally enjoying the fine dining experience I promised her. I hate that I have to cut the adventure too short. I have grown past hating work Mondays but I feel that old reluctant pull again. I don't want to leave this magical city and the bliss I am having with Amelia. I don't want to go back to New York. But of course, I must. "Thank you. You look dashing yourself." Amelia blushes fiercely at me. It hits me right in the chest. She has me wrapped around her tiny fingers. But I doubt she knows that

The restaurant was quite lovely, the walls were large glass windows that looked out onto the lights of Paris, and the aroma that drifted from the many different dishes being served was delectable. Sandra walked beside Creighton, his arm protectively around her waist and she noted several couples glance up to them, whispering as they passed. The hostess led them to a small table in the corner of the restaurant, then stepped aside as two waiters appeared to hold the chairs out for Aryana and Sandra. Creighton said something in French to the young woman who nodded, setting the menus down, then disappeared between the tables.

"Carl, listen. If I disappear tonight, tell the police I was last seen doing donuts in a Bentley and living my best life. Just... just tell 'em I looked expensive." The drive to the restaurant was mercifully short, preventing Deja from further embarrassing herself with automotive enthusiasm. As they pulled up to Le Bernardin, one of the city's most exclusive restaurants, Deja leaned forward in her seat. "It's about to go DOWN." she muttered to herself, straightening her dress and checking her reflection in her compact mirror one last time. The driver opened her door, and as Deja emerged from the car with all the grace she could muster, she immediately spotted Ren waiting by the entrance.