The four of us were in the mood for Korean food.
Around Diliman, there are a number of Korean restaurants but we eyed Woori Jib. If I remember correctly, it means “our house” in Korean. Indeed, the place had that homely feel to it.
We had what one friend called Ramyun while another said it was mondai wa nai or kangei. Add to that the rice rolls called tukbokki and, of course, we had to sample their famous bulgogi. But before they brought that in, they sent four pills. Then the waiter asked us to hand over our pitcher of water. We thought that this may be one of the many side dishes—or maybe some sort of dessert that they wanted us to sample.
As he poured water onto the pills, they grew in size. We nowhere short of amazed.
Our waiter was just as amused with us as we were with what he served us. Before we ravaged what thought was food, he said that those were what they call magic tissues. Our table broke into laughter. And so did he.