Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Was in 168 the other day, lured by the temptation of the delights to be held in their foodcourt. The pad thai from Chariya, the vegetarian dishes from Kuwan Yin, the bucket (yes bucket) of qwekqwek (batter-fried pre-boiled quail eggs) from the quail egg place. I hate going down to Binondo because of the crowds, but I will brave the biggest of riots for the food.
So my mom went to shop and I went to eat. But when I found the food court I saw McDonalds, Jollibee, Chow King. Where were the Ethnic restaurants?!
To console my breaking heart, I bought a bottle of green milk tea and a fluorescent pink strawberry mousse from a Chinese bakery whose name escapes me at the moment. The cake part was dry, the mousse, springy. And it tasted pink, which is what I expected. The green milk tea was cold, thank goodness, and though it was good, it wasn't enough to wash away the pain I felt at being denied the food I wanted.
I met my mom after. We dropped by the food court.
"Isn't it lovely?" she asked, "They just renovated it."
"I liked the old one better," I said, the one with all the Chinese food."
"Oh that," she said, "That's on the other side of the mall."
I think Homer Simpson expressed it best when he said "D'oh!"
I didn't get to eat at the Chinese food court that day, but I least I know that I can go back to it in the future.