Meandering on Asian food
A month ago, friends introduced a not-so new restaurant round the bend, within Iligan city, for a taste of their unlimited buffet food service. That meeting in that resto ended with a discourse on the kinds of palatable menu shared and the kind of persons who'd frequent there for a taste and good listening of their sonata artist.
Few weeks after, in a post-holiday overtime, the team decided to visit a new resto and got acquainted with other Asian cuisine. My observation might be an exaggeration but I fondly considered the food as those that were served in an epic story when the chief explorer of Marco Polo visited Asian countries. Uh, its not really extraordinary, many of you have been there and ate that-- partly cooked, partly raw. We just had fun observing the chili, spicy effect to our breathing.
Our conversation over these foods shifted from organizational management to foreign languages e.g. "arigato, arigato, hai!" Our eyes were keenly observing too the delicate architecture inside, noting which are made of hardwood and which are merely decorative. The resto's miniatures displayed at the counter reminded me of the birthday signpen gift from Singapore which featured a well-painted geisha covered in red clothe. And I wonder if it's possible to come into this restaurant again in a geisha fashion and bring with me the sexiest sumo wrestler for bits of fun. That said, somebody else from the team talked about group of teachers who had their Christmas costume party in Japanese fashion. It quickly blinked my thoughts on why were Japanese kimonos displayed in an ukay-ukay center vastly thinned out from its racks.
Uh, yes, food will definitely bring my thoughts elsewhere -- migrating from one fictional story to another reality event. Nope, I'm not forgetting organizational matters though.
Few weeks after, in a post-holiday overtime, the team decided to visit a new resto and got acquainted with other Asian cuisine. My observation might be an exaggeration but I fondly considered the food as those that were served in an epic story when the chief explorer of Marco Polo visited Asian countries. Uh, its not really extraordinary, many of you have been there and ate that-- partly cooked, partly raw. We just had fun observing the chili, spicy effect to our breathing.
Our conversation over these foods shifted from organizational management to foreign languages e.g. "arigato, arigato, hai!" Our eyes were keenly observing too the delicate architecture inside, noting which are made of hardwood and which are merely decorative. The resto's miniatures displayed at the counter reminded me of the birthday signpen gift from Singapore which featured a well-painted geisha covered in red clothe. And I wonder if it's possible to come into this restaurant again in a geisha fashion and bring with me the sexiest sumo wrestler for bits of fun. That said, somebody else from the team talked about group of teachers who had their Christmas costume party in Japanese fashion. It quickly blinked my thoughts on why were Japanese kimonos displayed in an ukay-ukay center vastly thinned out from its racks.
Uh, yes, food will definitely bring my thoughts elsewhere -- migrating from one fictional story to another reality event. Nope, I'm not forgetting organizational matters though.
