Didn’t enjoy the food. I have to admit I didn’t have as much fun as I expected. When we arrived at Nipa Grill, I was told to look for a table at the far end. I reckon so that we wouldn’t be easily recognized. I found one and propped up the laptop while Antoine and Phoebe ordered at the counter. Lula had settled on a table near the counter and reluctantly went to where I was seated.
It didn’t bother me as much that the four of us had been probably seen as the little amount of food they bought. I was so hungry and that it was barbecue only heightened my gastronomical expectation of that evening. I could have consumed 4 to 5 puso, 5 sticks of pork barbecue, chicken liver, pork belly.
No, I did not. Antoine didn’t even eat rice. He seemed so content biting into his barbecue in between an expression on his face that I couldn’t place. A cross of amazement and uncertainty. Phoebe likewise didn’t eat rice. The total puso that they ordered for the four of us was also four; or should I say for Lula and me. Lula insisted on another stick of barbecued hotdog, but Phoebe thought otherwise. “Just let her be. She’s a kid” said Antoine.
But Lula was entitled to only one hotdog for tonight. She was now playing with the soy sauce using the softdrink straw, sipping through the black liquid and stopping midway. I was finishing up my second puso. Antoine and Phoebe, although seemed so engrossed with each other, thoughts were running exclusively on their minds.
There we were in that table, pretending to be oblivious of the world but were never there.
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