House of Minis has been a mainstay of the Greenhills experience for as far back as I can remember. It was the inexpensive steak house that automatically served soup and salad with every order of steak. It had a cowboy saloon atmosphere, with an electric organ trying its best to put up that honky-tonk vibe. I remember the music would be punctuated by sizzling sounds every time a waiter would pour mushroom sauce on cast iron steak plates. Sure, the steaks were thinly sliced, but that didn't prevent us from savoring every single bite. Sure space was tight and the place was frequently crowded making it difficult to get in and move out, but that's how they kept reasonable prices. Sure, the smoke had a lingering effect on your clothes, but the aroma of grilled steak was well worth the trade-off. As soon as quarantine restrictions are lifted, I'll find my way back there!
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