Last week, had lunch with my sister in Wooden Spoon. Ordered kare-kare and it was so good. Beef was tender. If I reviewed it to the contrary before, I’d like to say this latest experience more than surpassed my expectations and should negate any previous less than satisfying encounters.
While having lunch there, we saw tables that had dishes with the same orange hue as the kare-kare but served in a platter rather than a bowl. We asked what it was and were told it was Bicol express. I was taken aback there because my previous sightings of the dish showed them to be grayish (?) rather than orange. Clarified this with the waiter and he said they add something different to it. It’s a secret, the waiter said.
WS has new items in the menu. One I’m curious to try next is the pork dinuguan. C, will that be bad for your triglyceride levels, though?
HHA went to Rustan’s to get a few things for banana cake and for son’s lunch baons. Shortly after she came back, she said she had to go back – the bagger had forgotten to put in the chicken breast. Oh well, mistakes happen. Luckily for us, we live close by. Imagine if we didn’t. I guess she was partly at fault for not watching out that all her purchases were put inside the eco bag she brought.
Saw two interesting characters over the weekend. One was a basketball player, the other someone who was in the news a few months ago. The winsome player, when I asked what time the show with him in it would play last Saturday, answered that it already had (We saw him around 8pm). But he added that on Sunday, he’d be in another. Said without hubris, said with a smile. No wonder he often gets invited to guest in various shows. Very disarming.
The second person I met for the first time. Husband called out to him, he came and shook hands. Husband introduced us and without a second thought, he bent over and kissed me on the cheek, like a lovable nephew would, warmly. When I marveled over the politeness there, husband said he’s really a nice person, TV footages which had shown him to the contrary.
Son came back from Cebu last night. He enjoyed the Sinulog immensely. He liked the Cebuanos.
From the airport, he and husband brought home a friend of his. Destination: Roxas Boulevard. Husband used the GPS of his Nokia phone to guide him out of the domestic airport to RB. It led him to Taft. But Taft was no longer a road but one huge site for a bangketa sale. Every inch of space had vendors and goods. But to their credit, the vendors, with nary a grumble, moved their stuff aside so vehicles could pass. Till when will this set-up of a portion of Taft remain? I thought it would be for the Christmas season only.
At one point, son texted that they were lost. So I thought of tracking them via Globe. They were in Baclaran. This was a relief because Baclaran was certainly nearer Roxas Boulevard than SLEX! Apparently they had to take a U-turn and the nearest was near Magallanes. I’m glad I don’t drive any longer. I’d be perpetually lost.
At Eastwood, the weekend market thrives. Bought bakwa and bacon from the stall of Bee Cheng Hiang (oops, the spelling might be wrong). Wow, the prices of the goods there are steep. But if only to satiate one’s cravings, one can buy just 50 grams of these meats. Problem is when one craves for the prawn rolls, the floss rolls, etc. They sell at P680 per. Ouch.
Marks & Spencer’s in Eastwood has more items on sale than does M&S in Shangrila. I guess the stock in Shang gets depleted faster. I saw items there that I hadn’t seen in Shang but in SM North’s M&S branch.
Watching My Daughter Seo-Young now, per Susan’s recommendation. Enjoying it utterly. It has dragging moments, overdramatic scenes. But it also has comic ones that catch me smiling. Thanks again, Susan.