Breakthrough Restaurant is among the default food places I’d recommend to anyone – whether first or nth timers, to Iloilo City. But the last time I was there, I seemed to have reconsidered the thought of it - call it wrong timing, maybe.
The beachfront, which is among its non-gastronomic magnets, was in disarray – as if it wasn’t cleaned in a week. Our order came a little later than the usual despite being not so crowded that time.
And the food wasn’t that exciting and satisfying that time though I had my usual orders of sizzling crabmeat, baked scallops and fresh lumpia plus kinilaw na tangigue in lieu of my favorite – kinilaw na pasayan. I also had an order out of curiosity – dinugu-an.
I always almost have these items at Breakthrough and automatically compares my present orders with the best memories I had before that I overestimate the real goodness that end up getting frustrated sometimes. Though that time everything was at part except dinugu-an which turned out to be sweet, no, really sweet. Maybe the pig was diabetic of sorts or a jar of sugar was accidentally emptied, I only had a number of spoonfuls when I decided to give up.
But still am hopeful that my next visit – yes, I’d still go back there, will be more satisfying both on what I’ll see and most especially what I’ll have on my table.
Breakthrough Restaurant is among the default food places I’d recommend to anyone – whether first or nth timers, to Iloilo City. But the last time I was there, I seemed to have reconsidered the thought of it - call it wrong timing, maybe.
The beachfront, which is among its non-gastronomic magnets, was in disarray – as if it wasn’t cleaned in a week. Our order came a little later than the usual despite being not so crowded that time.
And the food wasn’t that exciting and satisfying that time though I had my usual orders of sizzling crabmeat, baked scallops and fresh lumpia plus kinilaw na tangigue in lieu of my favorite – kinilaw na pasayan. I also had an order out of curiosity – dinugu-an.
I always almost have these items at Breakthrough and automatically compares my present orders with the best memories I had before that I overestimate the real goodness that end up getting frustrated sometimes. Though that time everything was at part except dinugu-an which turned out to be sweet, no, really sweet. Maybe the pig was diabetic of sorts or a jar of sugar was accidentally emptied, I only had a number of spoonfuls when I decided to give up.
But still am hopeful that my next visit – yes, I’d still go back there, will be more satisfying both on what I’ll see and most especially what I’ll have on my table.