Traveler Book Restaurant Novels & Stories

"Somewhere with good food, quiet enough to talk. Nothing that needs a reservation six months in advance or a jacket worth more than her clinic." "My jackets do not cost—" I started, but Cassian coughed, cutting me off. I stopped. Sabine gave me that look again. "Exactly." I rubbed my forehead. "This would be easier if someone gave me instructions." "I am," she said. "Poorly," I muttered. She ignored that. "There’s a restaurant near the river in town," she offered. I knew the one she meant. It was small and family-owned, with steaks, pasta, and seafood. Nothing fancy.

When I came out of my room he looked at me for a moment before he looked away and said, "Good“ in a tone that didn’t sound like he was talking about the dress. He opened the door. I followed him out. The restaurant was small. Eight tables, maybe nine, tucked into a building that looked like it had been a bookshop. There were still shelves along the walls with books on them, not arranged for decoration, just there. Warm light spilled from the window. Mismatched chairs, a chalkboard menu on the wall. Nothing about it felt like Adrian Tao, Everything about it said he had picked this place carefully for me. Nobody recognized him or looked at him twice when we walked in. Just a woman at the front

She turns back to the phone and taps on the first photo attached to the email, she then turns the screen viewing the photo horizontally. From her back, I crane my neck and squint my eyes, trying to find out what the photo is about. There, inside the fist photo, I see a scene taken outside of a restaurant. Looking through the window, I can see there is only one table in the corner that is occupied. One side of the table sits a young man with short brunette hair in a blazer; while on the other side sits an older man with a young lady standing at his back. Although the signage of the restaurant isn’t included in the photo, yet I’ve actually been there for a few times, Justin and Jamie each brou

Oh, how it feels to climb into the comfortable warmth of the blanket! The restaurant Liam talked about was ten minutes away and I was surprised how Hannah never mentioned it. She was the human dictionary for restaurants and clubs. Maybe this place never interested her because it was a simple diner sort of place with a simple and peaceful ambiance. It somehow reminded me of those cozy coffee shops in London tucked away in the corner where no tour guide will ever take you. You just run into them if you decide to wander around alone. And as Liam pushed open the glass door, the bell above it rang and I can't help but smile. After a long day of work, little things like this are what you need.

When the door opened, lake could already smell the aroma of books that were burning. "Huh? Is this a restaurant or a library? "Amazed larissa, her chapter of books was in cupboards at various angles compared with tables and chairs for visitors. "Because I love books, and write books. This place is like our unions. you love cooking delicious food and tidying up the table, while I like to read books and write, "says lake. Larissa blush, she looked embarrassed and happy, "thank you for the gift. I was wondering how to thank you."

Somehow, he always got carried away whenever he was with Rakia. “I shouldn’t have done that,” Dashtan cursed in his mind as he walked toward the entrance with Rakia two steps behind him. Rakia stared in amazement at the menu of dishes in the restaurant’s book. Everything was delicious and of high quality. The restaurant provided special packages for events. Be it weddings, engagements, office meetings, birthdays, or other events that require large portions of food. Rakia was excited when the restaurant provided a taster for each prospective customer to the menu they would order. “How was it? Isn’t it good?” asked Dashtan when Rakia finished trying a spoonful of black pepper meat. Rakia nodde

I decides to eat out since I couldn't finish my food and my stomach is making grumbling sound. I followed the smell of soup, I found myself standing in front of a small restaurant, I stepped into the restaurant, unlike the cafe I and dad... I mean Ruben went to, this place is shabby. The eye of everyone in the restaurant fall on me, all of their eyes looked worn out, some has hard glare, while some looked as if they will need rest for a week and it won't be enough. Murmuring filled everywhere as I walked further into the room, it feel like I became Daniel in the Bible walking into the lion's den.

he ask while still looking ahead “Got a place in mind cause I'm starting to get hungry as well. All this thinking is making me stressed out and hungry” I spotted a restaurant just ahead, "THE RUNTIMES". Just a small local restaurant around the area. “That’s a restaurant just ahead. I think we could find something to eat there” “Yeah sure. Though the name sounds like a magazine firm” he smiles at that and yeah it sure sounds that way. “We’ll never know until we find out” we walk in the place and surprisingly, its cozy and comfortable. Not flashy or extravagant, just…cool.

The tinkling of cutlery on dishes fills the walks as I go through cafes and restaurants with illuminated signs, and the delicious aroma of food invades my path beyond the resplendent stores. The meeting point that Penelope had indicated to me earlier appears sneakily hidden between two convenience stores. It is a small restaurant built on the lowest floor of a duplex, whose decoration displays the gradient of gold and burnt brown, soft and cozy. A song flows smoothly between the walls, played by a musician on a small stage next to the bar.

“Anything for you.” They didn't need to look for very long. A couple of blocks away from their hotel, they discovered a small restaurant located in an alley; its tiny entrance was softly and warmly lit by lanterns. Once inside, rich broth and aromas of newly prepared food greeted them, and Stefani's stomach growled once more. They ordered an array of dishes facing each other: ramen, sushi, and tempura, just what Stefani had been craving. It was an intimate setting, and it seemed to loosen Jacob up; his generally stern expression softened as he watched her dig into the food with such vigor.