went to holland village for the 1st time on mon (yes, you can stop the mountain-turtle jokes already), the place is brilliant! tucked away in a quiet housing estate but it couldn't be more different from its humble surroundings.. cheery pubs and cafes barely 100m from sleeping residents. dinner at spizza was great, paper-thin dough with a surprisingly tasty combi of lovely salmon and raw(!) spinach. and the highlight of the day? a margherita at el patio, served in a quaint jam jar. let's just say i've found something that induces that stupidly-happy grin on my face once again, not to mention that happy buzz in the head that can only come with abusing your liver. sat there concocting sinful theories abt rships with lc, and pondering abt how we were gonna be sent way down south.. so, great atmosphere, great food, great drinks and great company. can't wait for the next time =)

margherita, anyone?