The long-delayed Quiapo food trip with Germany-bound girl finally pushed through on Thursday night in this really old Chinese restaurant along a side street in Recto.
Bacon, the pot-bellied pig, welcomed us. His (or her) sole purpose in life was to be tied down to the sidewalk, near the restaurant door, to bring the owners good luck.
After dodging shady-looking characters during the long walk from Quiapo Church to Recto, I was desperate for air-conditioning. But the sight of a Burmese python and a crocodile in aquariums scared the sh*t out of me.
They will see me as dinner, python will smash the aquarium open, strangle me, while crocodile devours me head first.
Reptiles freak me out, even pictures terrify me. With Germany-bound girl calling me a "wuss" in front of the diners, I hurried down the stairs to the fan-cooled section.
A woman in her 60s (i assumed), Pacita, took our order. I'm guessing she was the hot waitress there back in the day.
For P550, we had pork siomai, fried dumplings, lechon and broccoli with brown sauce, two cups of fried rice, pancit bihon, and two bottles of sprite. Ronron, if you're reading this, we should go there.
The food was very good, very rich and tasty. Licking my lips, i thought MSG must be the secret ingredient.
For dessert, we went to the Spanish restaurant across the street. It also had a poor pot-bellied pig, Lucky, positioned on the door, for good luck.
There was something in the leche flan and the bibingka, it had just the right amount of creaminess, not too sweet.
The old guy who took our order must be Pacita's contemporary. I was too stuffed to remember his name, sorry.
I didn't take pictures because I did not want to get mugged on my way out.
Friday, September 05, 2008
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