The Gift and the Giver

My birthday just passed yesterday and my hubby mysteriously asked me to keep myself free from 4pm onwards. Turns out he had made reservations at this expensive but authentic Italian place called No Menu restaurant in Telok Ayer area and it was a menu decided by the chef and every dish meant to be a surprise. I loved the focaccia bread the most. Dipped in olive oil. The wine was also horribly expensive and not that awesome. But then again, I don't think any wine should cost above 40 as I'm not a wine connoisseur. 

I enjoyed the ambience a lot (a lot of furniture was brought from their restaurant and home in Italy) and I liked their burrata cheese as an appetizer too although after the first 2 to 3 bites, I couldn't taste the awesomeness anymore as it's a bit bland. But it's light and milky, with no aftertaste as most cheeses do. 

There was a very very thinly sliced Parma ham on top of what seemed like a potato salad that was pretty swell too. And I liked their tiramisu (as always) and the final cheese dessert that was so yummy I ate the whole thing. The roast beef was delicious too except I'm not a beef person. I realised the importance of having enough salt in all the food to make it yummy, from the focaccia bread (salty enough) to the beef (there were salt crystals on the rawer side of the cut beef). 

Even though I didn't feel the dinner was worth the amount that he spent, I think we have to appreciate the intentions of the giver when they do certain things. And appreciate their intentions, the effort of the giver and not the gift itself per se.