I’ve been to the Forest House two times in the past. By myself, second with Bong and Len, and this would be my third time, but first time for Oyen and Edmund.
Although Yen and I were still bloated from our afternoon nachos and pizza, we still have to eat dinner because Edmund had no lunch and only ate a slice of pizza. Maguguton sya.
We didn’t reserve a table and had to wait for a few minutes while they prep up a table in the terrace.
We liked the ambiance in the terrace although the spotlight was directly facing me and it was too glary. Their chandelier was also very bright, nakakasilaw sa puti.
I ordered pansit palabok.
Oyen said the soup was okay.
I am never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream. Two weeks ago, it dawned on me that I may only have less than 20 years to live in this planet unless I go beyond 90 (North Korea could shorten that though). My direction is to wind up my unfinished businesses because I don’t want to leave my problems with my daughter. But despite that realization, I still continue to plan ahead, dream new things. Wishes and dreams just come naturally to every person including me.
I always keep a balanced perspective. But specifically for things that make an eternal difference? That, I don’t know.
Forest House’s pansit palabok was disappointing. The noodles were overcooked, soggy, pasty. Although the portion was big, the whole dish lacked ingredients. I couldn’t see the shrimps, tinapa, etc. I complained to the waitress.
Father and daughter shared a plate of beef salpicado. It’s not the best but it’s not worst either. Okay lang daw.
The fresh strawberries and cream was the ultimate winner. It redeemed the failing grade of the palabok.
The presentation (plating) is five stars. The taste of the cream was perfect. The fresh strawberries were sweet.
Going to restaurants and eating out together is only one way of spending quality time with family. The food and the ambiance are only secondary to the most important thing, family togetherness.
