I've eaten at Greyhound since it opened at the Emporium and later at Central Chidlom. They serve the kind of food that you might find if you pull your friend out of bed at 3 AM and asked him/her to cook something for you. The dishes have this home-cooked feel about them with adequate quality in ingredient while the service reflects your friends' being woken up at 3 AM. The waiters behave with unmistakable air of superiority at both branches. About ten years ago, at the Emporium branch, I arranged to have a bouquet of beautiful lilies sent to the restaurant which I intended to retrieve later and give to my future wife. When the important moment arrived to give the flowers with the introduction speech already made, I learned that whoever was in charge screwed up massively and has given it to someone else. No apology. Needless to say, I don't go back there if I can help it. This is one of the few things I don't forget.
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