Last Tuesday, Andresa and I went to Bizu, a French cafe nestled in Greenbelt 3. Why do I get self-conscious sharing beautiful pictures of food, feeling so damn privelege and all that? Well, I don't do this often, so I was really happy and ecstatic to spend the afternoon feeling really dolled-up and glamorous. Let me back track a little bit. I'm smiling right now as I type the word glamorous because we were from it, so to speak. You know how annoying it is to see people who go to restaurants, clad with their DSLRs, and start taking shameless photos of themselves and their food? Well hello? But I must say, it feels pretty damn nice to be on the other side of the fence. "Who cares? These people don't know us personally. What gives!"
If there's one thing that I love about this place other than the gorgeous lighting, it's the service. Excellent service. The staff was really warm and accommodating, not a tad of judgmental and unapproachable servers. The pastries were okay. It didn't blow me away, except for this one piece of hors d'oeuvre when I was like, "what is going on?". I wish I knew more about what I was eating. But then again, we went there primarily to enjoy eating with our eyes rather than with our mouths. Teas are a revelation to me, and the chamomile tea we had was a pleasant surprise. It had that soothing aroma and taste that makes you feel all good inside. I also ordered a cappuccino with "heart". With all the things I see online, I've always wanted to experience that coffee with a crude image of a heart, and the manager was more than happy to oblige. I hope we can go back soon, and by that time eat something hearty since I'm done with the pretend English country-side afternoon tea. I loved it nevertheless.