As much as I loved to have Gizmo from Gremlins for company, he had to stay within the glass walls. So it was just Ted who sat with us at our table.
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.
I invoked my inner Ebisu, the god of fortune, from the anime Noragami Aragoto and asked for Hamburg Steak. While I may not be a great lover of onions, I found it pleasant that they were included in that hefty patty drizzled with savory sauce. I’ve had Hamburg steaks before but nothing similar to that. I think Ebisu would like this version, even if it’s not from the Olive Tavern.
Found these sometime last week. Originally, they belonged to Cocoy, a friend-dormmate from college, who collected them because his father made a subscription for him; his collection spanned the years from 1996 t0 2002. He gave them to me when he had to return home after graduating. I stored them in a plastic bin and…
Marvin remarked that it had the smell of Maggi cubes while the latter had a thick sauce and fair-tasting meat. And because he remembered that I took photos of food, he obliged my familiar peculiarity. I love it when friends remember.
Some used only parts of it. Others used the whole song. Whichever, it was the same song for every number. My guess is that Marvin and the rest of the people at the party had enough of it in spite of the song being good.
The girl behind the counter asked what I felt like having. I couldn’t pick. There were just too many options and even more possibilities.
So after seeing Heneral Luna, I pointed him to Ristorante Bigoli. I didn’t have to sell it hard to him: just the mere mention of pasta is enough to pique his interest.
Typically, I’m instantly drawn to the young adult section. But I was distracted. There was a detour sighted.
I didn’t think too much of it. So I began suggesting spots, which were mostly relatively far because they were lookout places. Then Marvin asked where I lived. I was like, “What?!”
“Whose bear is that?” That was the first question that popped into my head when I headed to BurgerBar. With my phone in hand, I wondered if that is their official mascot and began to text Arby where I was and to look for a big teddy bear. I was texting by the door….
What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it. (No story behind the photo? Make one up, or choose the last picture you took that had one.) Two scoops! What you see is courtesy of my first visit to Baskin-Robbins branch at the Bonifacio Global City, which is also their first…