Fish, Beer & Hotcake

My Friday night hangout was dinner with Sarita and Carol at Big Buddha Restaurant in Greenbelt 3. This was our first get together in a long time which we have planned and cancelled twice already-- first in December and second was the day before because Sarita wasn't feeling well. Finally, January 19, we made it happen. I preferred this Chinese restaurant from the variety of restaurants Sarita has lined up for us because trust me, I’ve been liking Chinese food lately that I have Chowking for lunch at least once a week. But I guess Chowking and Big Buddha would not be a fair comparison, since the earlier is a fast food while the latter is a restaurant. Big Buddha offers more upscale prices but better service while not compromising the quality of food. Try their Sweet and Sour Fish which is just perfect and only if my mom can cook fish the way they serve it in Big Buddha, I wouldn’t be eating any other kind of meat and mom would be totally happy. For now I have to settle with the happiness of sharing such a sumptuous dinner with two people I look up to so much.

The following night, I found myself intoxicated just a week after my last. The difference this time was I am not with my close college friends I normally share my jug sessions with. Only Rodel, who probably baptized me to the world of SanMig and Red Horse years ago and then two of his friends I am officially meeting for the first time yet I know are beer experts as well. But as much as I like to talk about everything that night like the topics discussed during the rounds of beer, I’d like to keep some things to myself and preserve the mutual respect for other’s privacy. All I can say is that it was one of the best drinking sessions I’ve been to-- engaging conversations, enlightening experiences, interesting people and deep realizations. Upon waking up the following morning, the best part of it perhaps is knowing that I didn’t do anything I would regret while I was drunk last night.

In continuation, I picked up my breakfast at McDonald’s Sunday morning after leaving Rodel’s pad. Two-piece hotcake with sausage and then freshly brewed coffee… yummy! how could you get wrong with that. I never had this kind of breakfast in years. The only problem I had was putting myself to sleep after having coffee and a heavy meal. I realized that I should have been taking some rest since I only had a few hours of sleep at Rodel’s room but when I think about the pan de sal-free, out-of-the-ususal breakfast I just had, yes, it’s all worth it.

My wishful thinking is that I was able to gain at least a pound or two from the food trip and alcohol intake I had in the past few days. If not, at least I was able to satisfy both my needs and wants. I'm cool with that!