I must admit I can never trust my memory for the second time.
So overconfident that J would love the pizza and pasta at A Veneto Pizzeria Ristorante, I hurriedly dragged him at Glorietta, only to literally go around the entire building in search for the ristorante I cannot even remember the name.
Already famished and J a bit frustrated, we finally found the jam-packed Ristorante with a “wait to be seated” sign at its door.
Not wasting more time, we headed to Greenbelt to look for a decent second option and chance upon Oddys. Relying only on fond memories of dining at Oddys with friends years ago, we ordered the same menu I recalled eating there.
Lemongrass iced tea should be labeled ginger spice tea instead. And it was not the drink I had years ago. The lemon grass chicken something was so full of bones it indeed spoiled the fun of eating it. The grilled squid was not appetizing either.
Dinner had been a torment if not for the free massage offer from Oddys.
Finding our way out of Greenbelt was a responsibility I completely entrusted J to do.