Restaurant Stories

We called him Don Magill which was not his real name. Short of wearing a sign that read "Cosa Nostra" he couldn't have been more obvious, well at least to me. He was always impeccably dressed and barbered. He had a deep gravely voice with just a trace of an Italian accent. His car was a long black Caddilac. He held court every afternoon at one of the local twenty four hour restaurants. If you saw him at a table you couldn...

Chapter Eighteen- Nick When I get home from the hospital, I head upstairs to my room and get changed for work. I quickly race out of the house only pausing long enough to make sure that the door is locked and grab my bag to do some homework on my break. On the drive, I get a phone call but ignore it believing it to be one of my parents calling to check that I’m on my way to work. When I arrive at the restaurant, I race in...

Chapter Six - Nick I make my way over to the table and sit there quietly waiting for Oasis to return. I sit there for about two minutes before I see her exit the bathroom, she slowly makes her way over to the table and takes her seat. We sit in silence, while we wait for our dinner to arrive. After a couple of minutes I see my brother, Justin, making his way over to us with our food. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you, my name...

Chapter Five - Oasis Once Nick opens the door, he gestures for me to go through ahead of him and I quickly move past him. When he ducks through the door he takes my hand and leads me to the front counter where a young girl is standing and waiting to serve customers. “Hello, Nick. Is this Oasis?” She asks with a grin on her face. “Yes, this is Oasis. Oasis, this is my sister Kendall, Kendall, this is Oasis,” Nick says, int...

Chapter Four - Nick I stand in the living room shifting nervously from foot to foot while I wait for Oasis to come down. I hear footsteps on the stairs and quickly look up, hoping that it’s Oasis, but end up seeing her father instead. “Hello, Sir,” I say, offering him my hand in greeting. “Hello. Nick, is it?” Mr Summers asks, shaking my hand. “Yes, Mr Summers,” I answer him, feeling even more nervous than I already am. “...

By DiVitto Kelly “I’m famished," proclaimed Bob Unger, eager to chow down with his wife and two children as they patiently waited to be seated at the restaurant. “Well, you’ve come to the right place,” replied the spunky brunette hostess, overhearing the hefty man wearing blue jeans and red checkered flannel shirt. “This way, sir.” The Home Body Buffet was a favorite dining jaunt for the Unger’s, feasting at the popular r...