Bellini's — Restaurant in Quezon City

Bellini’s is a gastronomic crime scene masquerading as an Italian restaurant.

From the moment I took my first bite, I knew something was wrong. Deeply, irreparably wrong. What unfolded over the next hour wasn’t a meal—it was a culinary ambush. A disgrace to Italian cuisine, and frankly, an insult to the paying customer.

Let’s begin this descent into culinary hell:

Truffle Pasta – This wasn’t truffle pasta. This was Jollibee carbonara with delusions of grandeur. It tasted like someone opened a can of mushroom soup, stirred in some evaporated milk, and whispered the word “truffle” over it before serving. A mockery of what should’ve been rich, earthy decadence. Instead? Bland, confused, and outright embarrassing.

Focaccia – I cannot overstate how miserable this bread was. Focaccia is supposed to be aromatic, golden, crisp-edged, and pillowy within. What I received looked—and tasted—like it had been exhumed from a microwave. Limp, lifeless, and utterly soulless. It was the kind of bread that makes you question whether the chef even owns an oven. Or taste buds.

The Porchetta – This was not food. This was punishment. The meat was so tough it could have been repurposed as industrial-grade rubber. I spent more time chewing than actually tasting, and what little flavor emerged was a tidal wave of salt and oil so vile, I felt physically unwell. It was not seasoned—it was assaulted. It was so salty I could feel my kidneys trying to file a complaint with the Department of Health.

Bellini’s “Special” Pizza – NOTHING could prepare me for this "pizza". The moment it arrived, I knew something was wrong. They put cucumber on it. Not pickles. Not zucchini. Fresh cucumber. I still can’t believe I have to write that sentence. I’ve eaten in dozens of Italian restaurants, from roadside trattorias to fine dining, and not once have I seen a cucumber on a pizza. This isn’t just wrong—it’s culinary vandalism. As for the crust, it was limp and had the unmistakable texture of something reheated from frozen. The cheese had congealed. The toppings had no cohesion. If this is their “special,” I can’t imagine what they serve when they’re not trying.

Parmaham Arugula Pizza– I would not feed this to a stray cat. If there was ham, it was forgettable. If there was arugula, it had no flavor. The entire pizza felt like it was assembled by someone who had only ever seen photos of Italian food but never tasted it. Nothing balanced. Nothing worked. Just bland ingredients sitting next to each other, unmixed and unmotivated.

We paid ₱2,700 for this meal, which is unforgivable given the quality of what was served. You’d get better food, better flavor, and more respect for your money at any karinderya or roadside tusok-tusok vendor. This wasn’t just a bad experience—it was the kind that stays with you, not because of what you tasted, but because of how insulted you felt afterward.

Even fishballs on a stick at a sidewalk stall carry more culinary merit than anything I was...

I called yesterday to book a table for two for Valentines day. The person I’ve talked to on the phone informed me that they will be accommodating guests by batches and that they still have tables available for reservation. I was very happy ‘coz it was really difficult to find a restaurant with available table reservations that time. I was told on the phone that they have a batch for 6:30pm -8:30pm which I had picked and confirmed. The guy I’ve talked to on the phone confirmed my reservation and got my cellphone number.

Coming from Manila, Tonight, I went to the restaurant with my date, around 7pm, upon arrival, I told one of the crews on duty that I have table reservation under my name. The crew told me unpolitely that the reservations I made was lapsed already more than 15minutes and there is no table available anymore for us. He said that my reservation has already started at 6:30pm and it has been 30 minutes since. I responded that my reservation is up until 8:30pm why would it be cancelled? The crew just told me that they can only accommodate guest who are late max of 15mins. Though I did not receive any call or text that my reservation will be cancelled, they could have just asked me about my whereabouts during the time before cancellation. So I can plan ahead of time and find a place to dine for elsewhere atleast. What is the sense of getting the Contact number of your customer on point of booking? No one told me about 15mins rule while booking the table! I was only told that the table is per batch which is 6:30pm-8:30pm.

I rush and left the restaurant to my dismay. To the owner: Your restaurant don’t deserve to be tagged as “fine dining,” i guess better call it “worst dining.” You don’t live up to customers expectations because you can’t treat them well. So unprofessional. Thanks for ruining my date Bellinis. This is by far, my worst restaurant experience.. To anyone who is looking to dine here, you’ve been warned: Don’t ever try or attempt to dine in this place, unless you want...

Dined with family in early December 2024. The place was fine. The food was so-so, not bad but not amazing and definitely not good enough for the price.

What was truly disappointing, however, was the service specifically with regard to order placement.

I made it very clear while ordering that we would be getting a slice each of their chocolate and orange cakes to go with our order. They looked appetizing enough, so I thought "why not?" The staff attending to us CONFIRMED that the cake slices would be added to our order.

Toward the end of our stay, the bill came and I asked for the cake slices to be served. Lo and behold, the bill did not have them listed and we were only being billed for everything else we ordered. That was fine, I just asked to have the cake slices served and added to the bill. But I was then told that this could no longer be done as the till was closed for the day.

It was clearly not my fault that the cake wasn't served earlier - it was the staff who failed to add them to our order, despite my efforts to make it clear that they were part of the order. And I missed out on sampling their menu items not because of a mistake I made but because of someone else's. And I honestly lost all appetite to argue my point (and all appetite for the cake and for any dessert that evening), because I already knew that they would just tell me to come again to try it at another date - all because of THEIR mistake.

Well, Bellini's can keep their cake. They clearly did not train and prepare their staff to provide satisfactory service in line with the (understandable) reality that they have to close the till at a certain hour. A better restaurant would never have...