It's Not Cheap... It's Affordable

food at Goto King

My friend Pau often accuses me of always eating at fancy places. He knows that I usually dine out during my off days and when I updated him of where I set my buns and pack my calories, he would always reply (as if it's already a set template), "Pang-mayaman na naman ang lugar." I oftentimes retort that I only order the lowest priced items on the menu to shun his satiric comments but that would instigate him some more. The friends I have, really. =)

A Walk in Maginhawa

food at Friuli Trattoria

This visit to Maginhawa Street in Teacher's Village, Quezon City was spurred by Sebastian's Ice Cream head sorbetero Ian Carandang status update---with pics to boot (Yes, I'm currently subscribed to Mr. Carandang's social media updates) of this new all-day breakfast place in the area. Pumped up with so much excitement, I scurry my butt there in haste right after work. Adrenaline in full swing, I could almost feel my heart doing it's tub-thumping as I walk the front pavement of the restaurant. But nobody attends to me the full ten minutes that I was inside the restaurant. I walked over to the the rack where the laminated 'soft-opening' menus were placed to show the waitstaff that I'm interested in dining there. But one of the male staff only offered me a goofy smile and continued with whatever his doing. I walked back to the table where I was seated prior, already feeling a little flustered. The conversation happening on the adjacent table from where I am is like a slow hum counterpointing with the buzzing sound I seem to hear inside my head. My shoulders slumped and my previously felt surge of emotions came crashing down. Feeling like a defeated soldier, I went out. Feet scuffling heavily.

Quiet Musing

at Chelsea

I know a lot of people who try to avoid (if they can) to eat by themselves. It seems their appetite is lost on them once they're aware of their "lonesomeness" even in a crowded room. Let's say in a fastfood chain. They would rather whip up something from their own respective pantries/dirty kitchens, even if the end product is not as satisfying as one could have at KFC (Oh! Who could just possibly resist their hot and crispy fried chicken?), as long as their state of being alone will not hit them in the face.