Tre Stelle Michelin Book In English Novels & Stories

(Celeste’s POV) We returned to the private room of the Michelin-starred restaurant. Vincenzo Conti pulled out my chair before taking his own seat across from me, his movements smooth and deliberate. He handed me the menu as though this was the most natural thing in the world. “Order whatever you like,” he said. I opened the heavy leather folio and immediately noticed it was a ladies’ menu. There were no prices listed beside the dishes. My stomach tightened. I quickly calculated in my head based on the reputation of the place. The bill would be outrageous.

You'll get used to it," Stella said. Eli glanced at her and wanted to ask about Jasper. But she sensed that Stella didn't want to talk about him, so she didn't say anything. In a short while. Eli brought Stella to a new restaurant. Eli got out of the car and introduced the restaurant. "This place is famous now. The only Michelin 3-star restaurant in A City. People usually need to reserve a table half a month in advance." "It seems that you are not an ordinary person," Stella commented. Eli walked in with Stella. "It isn't like that. I made a reservation half a month ago. I planned to come alone. Coincidentally, you came back at the right time so I thought I would bring you here."

I apologize sir, we did not know you were coming, we will get you a table right away. “Assicurati di avere un cameriere in grado di parlare inglese.” Make sure you get a waiter that can speak English. “Si signore.” The waiter, or host, whatever he is, leads us to a perfect size table with candles lit, and wine glasses sat upside down. Marcel pulls a chair out for me, and I blush at the old fashioned gesture. He acts so old. I wonder how old he is exactly? The waiter hands us our menus, and then nods at us to take his leave.

Despite agreeing to a low-key approach, Dominic changed his suit six times in front of the mirror, finally choosing a dark blue shirt that looked the least intimidating. “Reserve the whole Mercato. I want a reunion that’s understated but unforgettable—for my little princess.” … Soon, Mia received the meeting address: Mercato, one of the most celebrated restaurants in the city, with three Michelin stars to its name. “Oh my god, Mia!" Gina shrieked, staring at the navigation on her phone screen. “No way. This place? Impossible to book. The city’s biggest names wait half a year just for a reservation. And the prices? Astronomical. So... is your family loaded? Like, billionaires?”

We walked into the resort and to the VIP space, we had our seats and Micah finally took off her sunglasses, revealing her greens again, this time her eyes seemed small unable to accommodate those big eyeballs of hers. A waiter walked towards us with a menu. "Welcome Mr. Stone, you too Signora." He said placing the menu on the table for us to pick out our choice of dish. I glanced at Micah who had already taken the menu and was going through it, I was sure she would find it hard to select what meal to have since they were all Italian dishes and I glanced back at the waiter.

she pleaded. Tristan looked up from his menu and shook his head, " No way, I did not bring you here to eat...."he waved his hand teasingly, ".... Rabbi food, in here they serve the most Divine lobsters, steaks, and desserts" Tristan hinted, " well I going for the steaks" "The salad is fine, perhaps I may have tiny sample of your steaks" she grinned. Tristan smile at her, " I don't normally like anybody come between me and my steak, but I will make an exception in your case"

I fibbed, feigning a smile in addition, “Why wouldn't I like the restaurant? It's perfect and now, I can finally brag about visiting a fine dining restaurant.” “Are you sure?” Benjamin didn't smile back as he looked at me intently. “Yes, daddy,” I replied, and that seemed to assuage his worries. Nodding, he steered his focus back to menupad, “So for the appetizers, there's stracchino, prosciutto and fig crostini, which simply means toasted bread with creamy cheese and fresh figs.” “Okay, that sounds pretty delicious. I will take it.” I replied, impressed with his translation.

he says, opening the passenger door for me. "Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself." A ghost of a smile crosses his face. "I try." The drive is quiet at first, classical music playing softly through the speakers. I watch the city pass by, while trying to calm my nerves. "Where are we going?" I finally ask. "Le Bernardin." I blink. Le Bernardin is one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. Three Michelin stars. Months-long waiting list. "How did you get a reservation?"

Marcus POV I walked out of the house towards my black Lamborghini that was parked outside the parking space. I pressed the button on the key and the car beeped, unlocked. I have 20 minutes to arrive at the location of the blind date, which my mum has already planned. I drove off and arrived twenty-five minutes already five minutes late at the 3 Michelin star restaurant. It's one of the most expensive and classy restaurants that offers the best dining experience. I got out and closed the door then tossed the keys to the valet. Stepping into the restaurant I readjusted my already well-ironed suit and walked swiftly to the reception hostess

We got to his car which was a sleek black Ferrari Aventador, he opened the passenger seat for like a true gentleman and he jogged to the driver's seat and he started the car. We made small talks on the way and soon we were in the front of an Italian restaurant. Alex gave the car Key to the valet and opened my door and helped me out. He placed his hand around my waist making me blush as I felt his body heat. We made our way into the restaurant. " Reservation under De Marco". He said, his voice demanding authority. The lady behind the desk checked into the computer. "Yes Mr De Marco". She answered while gesturing for a waiter to show us to our reserved seat.