Greens - A Salad Lover's Paradise

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We had dinner from “Greens”, a salad bar, a few days ago.
Dad is a herbivore. I like salads as well, but I always try to chuck out any tomatoes. Plus, if I don’t like the dressing, there’s a good chance it’ll be left uneaten.
An actual salad bar is very rare to find in Riyadh, other than the side salads you can take at restaurants like Pizza Hut and Steakhouse. Naturally, this fueled our curiosity, and we made our way there.

The restaurant was bright and cheery. A variety of food like fresh juices, shakes, and a whole lot of other stuff that was organic and healthy were available, plus racks of chips with all different kinds and flavours.
I’ve never had a chance to choose the ingredients for my salad before, so it was quite a task, because of the several options.  

The place held a calm and peaceful atmosphere, and we really did enjoy dinner.
Location: شارع تقاطع موسى بن نصير, Al Olaya، العليا، الرياض 12244, Saudi Arabia

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