My messy meal

Messy Meal

My eyes darted across the whole room. Because it was practically empty, I had a better look at their décor. Empty bottles lined a partition; some hung from the mobile that surrounded lighting fixtures, distracting me from the exposed ceiling. Framed photographs and epigrams, menu specials, and album posters dotted the walls.

More Talk, Accidentally Less Food Photos

From the Glorietta Activity Center where we met, we took the scenic route by going way up the fifth floor then taking the escalator well down to the basement, which led to a tunnel that connected it to Glorietta 5, also known as G5. A good excuse for this exercise: they’ve never been to those parts of the mall. It was at the second floor where our walk ended because we arrived at a place where I thought they would love the food.

The Boys at a Burger Place

A: Saan tayo kakain? (Where will we eat?)
B: Kayo. (You guys [decide].)
C: ‘Yung sa masarap! (Where it’s delicious!)
D: Ikaw bahala. (You [one person] decide.)
E: Kahit saan. (Anywhere.)
F: Kung ano sa ‘yo. (Whatever is yours.)
G: Basta malapit. (Where it’s close.)

The Long Wait for Poutine

Dark walls and gleaming cutlery and tableware paved the way to our spot. The placemat had the menu printed on it. While we reveled in the cool breeze of the AC, we finalized our orders, though still curious as to how big the servings are, despite having answers from the wait staff.