I Am Tiramisu

It all started the night before. But first let me tell you who's that making peek-a-boo above. That's Pamie. She started it. Ok, technically I did, the night before. But it was all her last night. In the name of Conching.
The night before I texted her all the food choices I wanted to binge on before officially going on the much needed diet the next day, a plan which totally went awry...
Final choice was on a burger joint. I munched on this mushroom and bacon cheese half pounder burger. Needed more cheese if you ask me. I ended up eating chunks of dry meat on a bun. And of course, coffee. Then diet begins.
NOT.
In the name of Conching. A popular and humble outlet for delicious native chicken and such. Joel and I rejected the idea because all we could remember was it was in a dark dusty stall at the reclamation area. Health hazard much? Think knife wielding crazy guy sneaking up behind you! But Pamie goes on to say that they have a 'classier' place now, still at the reclamation area, near that big medical university. That said, there wasnt anything more said about it actually, the other night. Yesterday before going off to work, Joel asked me,"Conching for dinner?"
Automatically I text (or did I YIM?) Pamie...'Conching is on...'. (Joel must have been drooling over the native chicken since last night).
It was so on, picked Pamie and up and off we went on our quest for the delicious popular Conching native chicken. Off to the dark and deserted reclamation area we went, spent minutes going around the university and another building to look for the resto. Finally we find it. In an arcade. No one else around. Pamie knew I was having second thoughts.
She knew of my requirement: there has to be other people around.
A not so far-out requirement actually, I want to see other people enjoying the food and talking and laughing. At least it is an indication the turn over of food is fast, no reheating required, fresh.
We still were about to settle for the place though, afterall, this was the main purpose for breaking the diet. The major turning point was that each chicken now cost P268! Ok, done. Off to somewhere else we go. That settled it. Joel and Pamie said maybe it was better during lunchtime, I, as usual, made my senseless argument that it would be too hot and dusty eating hot native chicken during lunch. In that place.
We now wanted steak.
Joel wanted steak.
I settled.
Pamie got excited.
But apparently, our fave steak place is closed during Wednesdays. Two down. No choice, next stop, the mall.
(Of course there were other choices but we were kinda extra picky last night, and hungry).


All the while Joel had been telling me about this delicious pizza he had in the afternoon. I tell you, Joel is so picky when it comes to pizza. And when he says its good, then it must be really good!
I declared 'Pizza'.
They not buy it.
We stood by 'the terraces' looking at all the choices above us.
But pizza was already in my mind.
'Pizza' I would keep repeating like a hungry strung out robot.
Lo and behold! Buffet!!!
Lookey lookey at our plates! We had about 3 platefulls each, I think! I was ENJOYING every bit!

We were stuffed! Conversation still went back to Conching. It was her fault. It was Pamie's fault! HARHARHAR! We were beyond stuffed. I was HAPPY stuffed!!! Joel was groggy stuffed. Pamie was complaining stuffed.
She decided no more coffee for us. Simply didnt have room for a cup anymore. But like crazed coffee zombies we automatically and silently made our way to where coffee was at... (the night before Pamie got disappointed with her drink so I was guessing she wanted vengeance hehehe)


But hey! We finally got our discount card from this place! Conversation was quieter and slower. We were really stuffed, seriously. I was so stuffed I agreed to hot coffee (Im a cold coffee person). Pamie got her delicious whipped cream blended (with a vengeance, hehehe).
Her: 'Arg, I forgot about the whipped cream.'
Me: 'As if it matters now...'
Her: 'It does. I want to go on a diet sometimes you know.'
(If that conversation sounds pointless and senseless to you now... it actually sounds exactly that to me last night)
Garlic, onions, oregamu, buffalo wings and pizza make you talk that way.
But let me share with you some points I learned last night:

1. Ngohiong is best eaten during lunch, according to Joel and Pamie.
Definitely not suited for dinner.(dont ask me why, they offered no further explanation)
2. Carlito's Way at the Paseo is closed during Wednesdays.
3. The pasta pizza at Pizza Hut is super delicious.
4. Native chicken is the most appropriate for porridge when you are sick. Why porridge for sick people? It is easier to chew and swallow and is a complete food.
5. Watch out for the plus plus on buffet prices.
6. Dont drink too much water when eating at buffets, it makes you full faster. (Nevermind the garlicky taste on your mouth, get your money's worth and dont drink water or any other beverage for that matter, but if you must, settle for water, just not too much).
7. Native chicken price has gone up to P268.
8. If you have gotten your discount card from a coffee place, it means you have spent way too much already for coffee the past month. Same goes for planners.
9. When it is your time to go, it is your time to go. But it doesnt mean you should be reckless and ask for it by parking your car in a dark place and walk all the way to that internet cafe in a secluded area. For your own safety.
10. Coffee and newspapers go together, thus the picture above.

Diet definitely (MANDATORY actually) starts TODAY.