Morning Glories and pigging out
I became perky today as I watched GMA 7's morning show when Rhea Santos was reading the news. It was the Hollywood segement and she ponounced Ewan MacGreggor as EEE-wan.
My sister and I just stared at each other and started to laugh.
Why, it was just last week that my sister came to Rhea's defense when I guffawed at her reading skills when she mentioned the overflowing of the River Danube. She read it "danyoobeh." My sister said, "Perhaps they made it Filipinized to suit the general public's vernacular?"
No, sister, Rhea Santos is just a pretty moron.
So, anyway, last night I had a great time considering I was having one of my "worst days for the nth time." (Thanks, Diet Nazi!)
But it was forgotten as I had dinner with my sisters, their boyfriends and brand new lawyer and fag hag Rovi. We went to Wah Sun, this seedy but great Chinese Restaurant in Sta. Cruz area. I haven't gone back there since I started working for my current job. So, I figured I should make my homage to the restaurant which I consider an "old friend." I mean, my former officemates and I would troop to this hovel and talk the night away. Those were great times.
And the food! Fantastic and CHEAP!
And which restaurant in Manila would have a couple of potbelly pigs that greet the customers?
Meet Bacon:
Of course, I asked if the pot belly pigs are part of the menu. No, they were not. They were pets of the owner lashed by the door to be a sign of good luck. Cute pig. i wanted to hug it then I saw the tusks and thought I cannot afford plastic surgery just yet. I petted it though. The hide was coarse with porcupine-like strands of hair.
So, we went to the second floor because they have an assortment of animals to view. No, they were not part of the menu. But these creatures add to the character of that shabby place.
Still, I cannot wait for the food. I'm sorry, my Diet Nazi, after what happened to me, I NEED to feed.
So, we got this big round table with a ratty red tablecloth. People were staring at me as I walked in. They must not have seen someone fabulous lately? Anyway, we were laughing and congratulating Rovi as the latest faggot attorney of the Philippines.
Can you feel the love?
Rovi, you are one of the finest fag hags ever!!!!! I just wish you wore that dress you wore a decade ago with a heart-shaped hole at the back. Only you can pull that one off!
So, we we ordered up a little typhoon when this group came in dragging along at least a DOZEN screaming, clanging, stomping children and sat behind me. OH, HELL NO!!!
I muttered "It's the mutated Von Trapp family." Goodness, they were screaming and running behind me and I started to seethe but then again I saw this:
Oh Lordy Lordy, I just love the crowd in this restaurant. Screaming kids, gangsters, jaded employees, faded youth yet intenstifying fabulousness (that would be us) and this thuggish biatch who I said looks like Michael V in drag.
I think I'm in love.
It was a great night. I had great company, had great laughs, ate great food and my view was great, too (see photo above).
And now, the food:
We had Beef strips with Broccoli, Crab and shitake mushroom and camaron rebosado (friend shrimps) and fresh juice shakes. Of course, we asked them to hold the MSG. The best was the medium-sized bowl of hot and sour soup. It lived up to its name. I was gasping for air everytime I shoved a spoonful of this delicious nuclear fallouts in my mouth.
The large bowl was so big, if it had holes on the side, I could wear it as a porcelain underwear. Yes, it is THAT big.
We ran out of rice and I ordered a "small" crab fried rice. It looks like one of Dolly Parton's boobs. I love it!
The bill was not that huge considering we were not able to finish off the food. The amount we paid each was 275 pesos and there were six of us. Not bad at all.
We had to doggy-packed them and we were so full it was dangerous near to become a Roman vomitorium. Of course, I had a big smile plastered all over my face.
I was burping gleefully as we drove back home.
Nights like this one is just what the doctor ordered.
My sister and I just stared at each other and started to laugh.
Why, it was just last week that my sister came to Rhea's defense when I guffawed at her reading skills when she mentioned the overflowing of the River Danube. She read it "danyoobeh." My sister said, "Perhaps they made it Filipinized to suit the general public's vernacular?"
No, sister, Rhea Santos is just a pretty moron.
So, anyway, last night I had a great time considering I was having one of my "worst days for the nth time." (Thanks, Diet Nazi!)
But it was forgotten as I had dinner with my sisters, their boyfriends and brand new lawyer and fag hag Rovi. We went to Wah Sun, this seedy but great Chinese Restaurant in Sta. Cruz area. I haven't gone back there since I started working for my current job. So, I figured I should make my homage to the restaurant which I consider an "old friend." I mean, my former officemates and I would troop to this hovel and talk the night away. Those were great times.
And the food! Fantastic and CHEAP!
And which restaurant in Manila would have a couple of potbelly pigs that greet the customers?
Meet Bacon:
Of course, I asked if the pot belly pigs are part of the menu. No, they were not. They were pets of the owner lashed by the door to be a sign of good luck. Cute pig. i wanted to hug it then I saw the tusks and thought I cannot afford plastic surgery just yet. I petted it though. The hide was coarse with porcupine-like strands of hair.
So, we went to the second floor because they have an assortment of animals to view. No, they were not part of the menu. But these creatures add to the character of that shabby place.
Still, I cannot wait for the food. I'm sorry, my Diet Nazi, after what happened to me, I NEED to feed.
So, we got this big round table with a ratty red tablecloth. People were staring at me as I walked in. They must not have seen someone fabulous lately? Anyway, we were laughing and congratulating Rovi as the latest faggot attorney of the Philippines.
Can you feel the love?
Rovi, you are one of the finest fag hags ever!!!!! I just wish you wore that dress you wore a decade ago with a heart-shaped hole at the back. Only you can pull that one off!
So, we we ordered up a little typhoon when this group came in dragging along at least a DOZEN screaming, clanging, stomping children and sat behind me. OH, HELL NO!!!
I muttered "It's the mutated Von Trapp family." Goodness, they were screaming and running behind me and I started to seethe but then again I saw this:
Oh Lordy Lordy, I just love the crowd in this restaurant. Screaming kids, gangsters, jaded employees, faded youth yet intenstifying fabulousness (that would be us) and this thuggish biatch who I said looks like Michael V in drag.
I think I'm in love.
It was a great night. I had great company, had great laughs, ate great food and my view was great, too (see photo above).
And now, the food:
We had Beef strips with Broccoli, Crab and shitake mushroom and camaron rebosado (friend shrimps) and fresh juice shakes. Of course, we asked them to hold the MSG. The best was the medium-sized bowl of hot and sour soup. It lived up to its name. I was gasping for air everytime I shoved a spoonful of this delicious nuclear fallouts in my mouth.
The large bowl was so big, if it had holes on the side, I could wear it as a porcelain underwear. Yes, it is THAT big.
We ran out of rice and I ordered a "small" crab fried rice. It looks like one of Dolly Parton's boobs. I love it!
The bill was not that huge considering we were not able to finish off the food. The amount we paid each was 275 pesos and there were six of us. Not bad at all.
We had to doggy-packed them and we were so full it was dangerous near to become a Roman vomitorium. Of course, I had a big smile plastered all over my face.
I was burping gleefully as we drove back home.
Nights like this one is just what the doctor ordered.