“Manglibre ka, ron, te? (Will you treat us out, te?)” Virhenia asked.
“It’s not my birthday! But let’s eat out!” It’s thirty past midnight. I told Jo, Judy, Ellen, and Sachi to go ahead because I had to drop by my place to get the camera. When the cab was about to pull over, I remembered I left the memory card at work. After getting the camera, Virhenia and I had to go back to the office to get it.
Suncooler Big | P147.32 (Good for five)
They already ordered for us since we arrived late. While waiting for our food, I pulled out Mary Oliver’s Red Bird from my tote.
“Do you like this kind of books, te?” Ellen asked while skimming through the pages.
“Yes, ga.” I smiled. When the heart is apprehensive, it finds solace in poetry.
“Read this one,” I said while turning the page to 22. She read it aloud.
“How was it?”
“I couldn’t understand it.” I tried explaining to her, but I stopped half-way because poetry is not supposed to be explained. It has to be felt.
Ellen’s Chicken Mozarella Melt | P156.25
“Yours looked tasty, te,” Ellen declared. I ordered pork belly in our first dine in the restaurant.
“I’m reluctant to try new dishes, ga,” I admitted. Especially if I have to pay for it. Although I consider myself a risk-taker, it doesn’t completely apply to food. It will be a waste if I ended up not liking it. Jo shares the same principle in eating.
Ellen didn’t like her mozzarellaed chicken. The fatty part of my pork belly made me giddy in a bad way. But Jo and Ellen loved it.
These girls were very supportive. Instead of having our usual midnight bout of fast food, they went out of their way to spend a decent dinner with me.
Virhenia’s and Sachi’s Breaded Fish Fillet | P156.25
I could sniff March in the air, yet Moon Cafe still valentined the place with a sickle-like moon and colorful hearts. Most of the diners though are not couples but group of friends or coworkers in search of good beer and food.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Hi there, I’m Jona, originally from Cebu, Philippines, had live in Hanoi, Vietnam, and now currently based in Munich, Germany. This blog used to house thoughts on life and books, but eventually it morphed into a travel blog. For collaborations, projects, and other things, please email me at backpackingwithabook@gmail.com. For essays, creative nonfiction, and others, find me elsewhere.
17 Comments
It seems like you having lots of fun! Those pictures just make me drools. I’m sure the food tastes as good as it looks
I loved my pork belly! Hahaha! We Filipinos prefer a bit of salt in our food. 🙂
Cool! Whatever it is, food make us happy!
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Hi,
Great pictures, and the food looks delicious. A nice night out. 😀
Thanks, Mags! Felt so sleepy after eating!
How nice is to hang out with the girls, don`t you think? You are as “fanatic” as Im, I`m well capable of getting off a bus just because I forgot my camera!
I had to document the night for a specific reason! Haha! Didn’t include the picture here though. It was for a certain someone. Yes, we had fun! 🙂
I should have guessed LOL
so ,who’s birthday was it? seems like you left out a detail of the story. thanks for sharing your night though.
Hahaha! A certain someone’s birthday. 😉
Very delicious food !!
Of course!!
Mooon Cafe’s chimichanga is one of the best! This post makes me hungry right now… 🙂
I might try it, Niño. Thank you for dropping by. 🙂
welcome!
Hi! I love your writing style! 🙂 The comment before me (Nino’s) is true! Try their chimichanga the next time you’re there. 🙂
It seems I have to. Chimichanga it is! thanks, Leona. While reading this entry again, a lot was missing. 🙂