The Bell On The Cafe Door

The waitress came back to our table. She came down to the kids table and started asking what we wanted to order. It was my turn, I was a little worried about my order going in correct since she could hardly understand us.

After probably ten minutes inside the long intricate line that wrapped around the restaurant, I was finally able to get my hands on a burrito bowl and take my first bite. The bowl was colorful, the tomatoes, lettuce, and sour cream, made up the top half of the bowl, and under it the rice, beans, and chicken made up the bottom half. I didn’t expect much, but the first bite took me by surprise. The sour cream with the salsa was something I didn’t expect, it tasted so good. I could almost imagining eating a whole bowl filled only with sour cream and salsa, and maybe some chips on the side. The chicken added that was mixed in with the sour cream and salsa was something unique that I have never had before. This seemed like the perfect go-to spot for lunch after school, and it was. The only thing I didn’t like was the beans, but it was an easy fix. Almost everyday I would be at Chipotle with friends after school, my wallet was devastated, but my stomach was happy and that's all it mattered at the

I watched Todd go through his morning routine, he sat and drank his coffee and ate his toast, with a sweet honey on top. It was a nice simple normal day, my favorite days. I sat at the end of the long towering corridor watching Todd finish eating and leave upstairs to get ready for his day. As the sun rose

Carly and her parents were walking to her favourite restaurant, The Steaming Pot. She ordered her usual, but had a stomach churning feeling.

The first time the audience enters the film we see that the Café is a place where people

An issue she had noticed throughout her life was that the wrong people always seemed to have the wrong food, and with this a job waitressing, she would be able to change this. One day, while at work Twyla recognized Roberta’s familiar face and decided to approach her. The reunion was very brief and not friendly; it seemed as though the two women who had once been so close were now strangers living in two very different worlds. After yet another jump in time, the two women met up yet again in a place centered around food, the Food Emporium, a grocery store which claimed to sell gourmet food, and catered to the “rich IBM crowd” (251), of which only one of the women actually belonged. This reunion was more positive than the previous, and the two women ended up going to get coffee to prolong their reunion after their shopping.

She was seated at a garden table set for two and looked at the menu. All she wanted at this point was a small cup of coffee and nothing else. She looked out onto the streets of Rome as she watched the people walking by and the lovers surrounding her. As she took a deep breath of the freedom she felt from exposing the secret that was hidden for so many years, she also smelled a familiar

The smell of fresh herbs filled the air around her as the sun shone down on her back, a sense of tranquility fell upon her in the lush, backyard garden. A soft tune could be heard from inside the house where the radio played. Tante Lou hummed along to the music while she snipped off sprigs of parsley to use in the meal she is preparing for her nephew, Grant, and his guest. Today was a special day. It’s the first time Tante Lou is meeting her nephew’s girlfriend, Vivian, and she wants to make a wonderful dinner for them all to enjoy while getting to know each other.

“Hi, sorry, it’s me again. I just, uh, saw you still weren’t in line, so um… I brought you this,” I said, offering the food and drink again. He finally looked at me, but I could tell his eyes were slightly narrow. Was he suspicious of me, then? Was he surprised I’d do it twice? Maybe he wouldn’t take it a second time. Despite the thoughts running through my head, I smiled.

Ludd step out behind the counter and met her half way. He instant took her in a hug and she gave him a rarely used smile.

When she turned to you the door disappeared, she gave a soft smile when her eyes focused.

Cathleen hopped off my bed, where she was reading the comics pages of a newspaper from my stash, while I begun to stand up, feeling stiff and numb from sitting on the floor for so long. We rushed out of our room and down the (admittedly very short) hallway to the kitchen table. I hoped lunch was something warm; maybe soup or chicken with rice. Rather, it was ham and cheese sandwiches with chopped carrots and ice water.

A warm and beautiful morning, birds chirping and flowers blooming…”What can a woman like me do to spend a beautiful day like this?” Asks Sarah herself in the dining table sipping coffee while making breakfast. She has devoted her life to the crime unit, investigating and committed to making a safe city. “I’d wish I had some quality time with my parents and of course with Ryan”, she exclaims.

Finding this healthy version of a common comfort food brought upon a feeling of freedom, something I hadn't felt in a while. Usually a burger and fries meal would have brought upon feelings of anxiety. When I first saw the meal approaching my table, those feelings of uncertainty began to arise. When the waiter placed

Inside would be an outfit so stylish that it begged to be worn. Accompanying the clothes would be a small white box with a red rose bow that flopped over the sides of the box. Inside this box would be a ring from her collection or another piece of jewelry she had picked out for me. However excited I was for the presents, the excitement quickly turned toward thoughts of the upcoming meal she had prepared for the family. It did not matter what she had prepared for the meal; the kitchen always had such delectable scents that wafted through the air and just settled over the house. My mouth was in a constant state of salivation and my stomach waited expectantly for what was sure to be another meal that left my stomach uncomfortably full and yet yearning for more. And yet, no matter what she made, the best part of the meal that you always took thirds or fourths from came from the salad bowl. A simple salad served with homemade Italian dressing and fresh crumbled Roquefort cheese, it was what reminded me best of grandma.