
Bellini’s is in the Marikina Shoe Expo area in Cubao. Marikina in Cubao which looks like it did in the seventies. Correction, it looked better in the seventies when it was new. It now has the run-down feel. I remember going to the area with Mama, buying shoes, Le Chic slippers. The stores now are different, a number of them selling ukay-ukay stuff. But before going into that, let’s go back to Bellini’s. I’ll put in some pictures here.
Bellini’s has two entrances. The one we took led to an area without customers and the waiter insisted we stay in it. He turned on the aircon. No, I said, we go to the place where there were people. Why?
He had just turned on the aircon, ergo, the area was hot. Second, it had a musty smell. My son had another term for it: stuffy. I still maintain, musty. So we moved to the populated area where I hoped it would be cooler and not musty. I was wrong. Oh yes, a little cooler, but not that much cooler. But the waiters were cordial and I was hoping the smell would disappear even as my nose began to itch. It does when I don’t like the smell– cigarettes, dust(does dust smell?), etc.
The menu was a clear book with a faux leather cover. The sheets in it were printouts on bond paper with some colored pictures. No attempts to look classy whatsoever. But not long after we were at the table, a glass containing bread sticks that looked like wooden canes was put before us. At least service was quick.

We ordered a lot of stuff, I guess because we were really hungry: it was 1 pm past. Our orders included: fried mushrooms, a pizza, osso bucco with risotto, a pasta dish wrapped in foil, bruschetta, a platter of cold cuts and cheese, soft drinks.
The platter of cold cuts and cheese had several cold cuts, maybe five kinds. But the portions of cheese, parmesan we were told and my gourmand son agreed, but queso de bola, my husband and I thought, were not nicely cut. They looked like I sliced them, which means uneven. But the elements in that platter were good, the cheese included.

Then came the mushrooms. I was told they’d be fried, but foolish me imagined they’d be served like gambas, that is, floating in olive oil. But the waiter who suggested the entree was not lying, so they came fried, indeed Read the rest of this entry »