lunch was beautiful last weekend. we went to see “da vinci
the genius” at the mind museum and headed off to forbes town, burgos circle after to have
late lunch. sweet bella cafe is famous for its delectable cakes and all things sweet and nice, but which, ironically, we
did not have the time to stay for. our 11-year-old was in a hurry to meet up
with his best friend. they had not seen each other in three years or so, so it
was really easy to give in to the plea (in exchange for a peaceful family lunch).
once in a while when you go out for lunch, it’s nice to have
it in a quiet place where no one’s hurrying up to finish their food; or shaking
their legs anxious to grab the bill and run; or talking with their mouths
full—all because life’s like that. it’s a race and the one who can walk and
talk with his food is always the winner.
we entered sweet bella and the waiter outside promptly
communicated with another waiter through a two-way radio and the latter was enthusiastically waiting to seat us inside.
impressive. you pay for that and it’s all good. i like being treated like an important customer sometimes because it is a good break from the queues that we have to experience in our
very ordinary lives everyday. well, i don’t wait in line for my mother’s
escabeche tilapia, and that’s a sweet fact of life, too.
my boyfriend always takes his time when deciding what to eat. it is advisable to
send the most patient waiter our way because i really mean that he takes his
time. his lengthy deliberation with himself finally ended with a chateaubriand
steak.
as of this minute i’m digging inside my purse for our
receipt from bella cafe because no matter how wonderful and unforgettable a
meal is, food names always manage to escape our heads.
and now, the boyfriend officially declares throwing out the receipt that i was looking for seconds ago. we can always manage with photos,
can’t we?
we have had other lovely gastronomic experiences. you can find them here.
