A Date with V

V and I have been together for so long we do not really go on dates anymore. I’m not saying it like it’s a bad thing. We go about our daily lives like a Siamese twin most of the time that it just feels normal to commute, eat, shop, or watch a movie together.

On a Sunday a few months ago we went to Pizzeria Mozza, a fancy Italian restaurant at Marina Bay Sands for lunch. Because we do not have the habit to go to fancy restaurants (As much as we’d love to develop a taste for expensive food with names we cannot pronounce, I’m afraid the formative years of cheap street food have done their irreversible damage), it felt like a special occasion. We even showered.  

wearing Al and Alicia

V in Pizzeria Mozza

me at Pizzeria Mozza

We decided to give our brains a break (which is a pathetic front for we cannot tell what is what on the menu) and let the waiter pick items off the menu for us. What came as an appetizer was a mutated-looking vegetable. Or a chopped body part of a reptile. It’s impossible to be sure. It tasted all right, so we soon stopped guessing.

is this thing alive?

We waited for the main course in trepidation, but it turned out to be a pizza. Looked so normal too, it was almost disappointing. It was cooked in a traditional wood-fired brick oven, which was impressive, but V and I grew up with Pizza Hut. All other pizzas are just trying too hard.

pizza at Pizzeria Mozza

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