08 February 2017

Of Turo-Turos and Carinderias

To relieve myself of my evening ritual of preparing dinner, I checked out one of those turo-turos along Boni Avenue just to peek at what could be dinner. The covered chafing dishes could prove to be a treat or a surprise not intended for the faint of heart.
As manong tindero approached to explain what I should expect behind each covered container, I was wondering if he was cursing me in French or humiliating me in Russian. "Igado, atay, sinampalukan.... and some other foreign sounding viand were my choices.

As I motioned to check if I am about to have an epistaxis, manong opened all the containers masterfully like a magician showing his craft. The food looked either suicidal or in dire need of psychological evaluation. They were screaming for help. Mission failed.
This is the part where I search for KFC Delivery in Safari.