Escape
We had no plan to shop. The trouble was Jet and Robert, my two best friends, and I chose to lunch at Bellini’s in Cubao. (Bellini’s is open forever, rain or shine, with the white-haired Italiano kissing all the ladies, old or young.) We ordered their great antipasti of fresh marinated anchovies, red and green olives, chopped broccoli, roasted eggplant and a plate of pasta.