Monthly Archives: November 2012

Craving Good Food? Go to Cravings

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I hadn’t posted in so long. But our recent trip to Cravings in Katipunan inspired this one. It was only actually my second time to eat at the restaurant. I tried out their unlimited cake promo (3.75 USD), and suffice to say I’d never had a more terrible experience.

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So when we arrived at Cravings today, I was a little apprehensive. You have to give it to them though, the ambiance inside is really nice. The walls are painted white and the interior is stately. The Katips branch is a two-floor establishment, and a grand staircase and chandelier meet you upon entering. Despite that, you get a distinct casual feel. The restaurant is even laid out almost like a house, with disjoint areas that seem more like rooms in an actual one.

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Cravings also offers an unlimited soup and salad bar. I made myself Ceasar salad. It was good.ImageI particularly enjoyed the texture the combination of shredded boiled egg and corn added to my salad.

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There was 9 of us. For myself, I ordered Tenderloin Tips Skillet (around 7.5 USD, I forget). It turned out to be a sizzling platter of juicy tenderloin with thick pepper strips (which I loved!) and a serving of rice. I started to dig in while the food was still quite hot, and I thought the taste was bland. But then, as the food cooled, I realized that my poor taste buds weren’t just functioning as they should, blocked by the heat. So yeah, you should definitely let the food cool down a little bit first. I was pleasantly surprised by the delicious taste. I sprinkled on some pepper for good measure. By this time, I was starting to get full already because I’d eaten a platter of salad earlier. I just tried to savor my food. I don’t know why but I really love pepper–be they be red or green. They really just go nicely with any salty dish.

As for the rest, one ordered Sunday’s Best Roast Chicken Dinner (9.5 USD) which had us commenting about Thanksgiving. The size of the chicken, wow, was overwhelming, well probably because it consisted of a full [vertical] half! I think my friend enjoyed her meal although she had to get the rest wrapped because she just couldn’t finish it all. The word ‘dinner’ in the name of the dish should have given her ample warning. I thought the dish could’ve been shared by two people without any problem.

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Another ordered a serving of Linguine Pesto with Grilled Chicken (5.6 USD). There was a single slice of garlic bread on the side. It didn’t look very appetizing, again because of the not so striking colors. I don’t know how it tasted.

Another ordered Crab Stuffed Fish Fillet (9 USD). It didn’t look so appetizing to me but I think it was good too. The fish fillet they thought was boiled somehow and it looked white and raw. There wasn’t much color in the dish. I’m still curious how the melted cheese went with the crab and fish.

Another ordered Barbecue Pork Spareribs (9.5 USD). The rib was again of an overwhelming size. It sure looked great. My eyes were drawn to it for the first few minutes. I think it tasted good too.

For dessert, we all had a taste of Warmed Choco Caramel Cake with Vanilla Ice Cream (5.5 USD per small round cake). It was really good too! I noticed something different about the cake. It took me a second swallow to realize that indeed the cake was still warm. I agree that the choco caramel icing was a tad too sweet, but I liked it. One friend refused to eat the rest of the icing and ate the cake from within, which led to a cute deflated icing layer on the plate after she finally put down her fork. I and another friend shared a cake and it was a wise move. Our other friends had a hard time finishing theirs.

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I’ve been converting the prices in PHPeso to USD at 40 PHP/USD.

In retrospect, I wonder now about the lack of a ready condiment container of parmesan. It would’ve added a great touch to the salad. Also, it’s a shame I wasn’t able to take pictures. All pictures I’m posting aren’t mine and just ones I googled (please notify me if you want them taken down). I don’t have pictures for all the dishes we ordered, but I hope this post and all these wondrous pictures their owners have put up in the net are enough to convince you to perhaps take a trip to Cravings if well, you’re craving something good.

Now I still feel stuffed–but very much satisfied. This second trip has made me decide I actually like Cravings. I’ll definitely want to visit again soon.

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Cried out empty

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Picture (c) BlackMamba

I feel cheated.

I must say I’ve never been in a wilder roller coaster of emotions. I feel drained. I thought I’ve shed all my tears dry for this but I shocked myself again with a fresh batch of them just a while ago. I guess my life has been set to be melodramatic, crazy, intense, and finally, numbing as exhaustion creeps in.

On with the story:

Yesterday was the last day I could give my answer to an opportunity I was given.

I had talked to my parents for months, and throughout the semestral break. Finally, they conceded minutes before 5 PM of the last day of confirmation. And so I rushed to the office, shaking like a leaf, burst through the office doors, and teary-eyed, told them the news. Actually I’d told them maybe a day before about the situation so at least they won’t be shocked. I had used every reason imaginable to appeal to my parents, and finally on the last day they conceded. I didn’t expect this to happen. I thought the chapter was closed and done. Although of course, I could not help but completely extinguish the small spark of hope that remained in me. As long as there was time to confirm my decision, as long as there was time to send THAT email, still possibly the impossible could be turned otherwise.

But then when I arrived there at the office, it seems that they had relayed my answer for me. And it was immediately offered to another applicant decked in the waiting lust, I do not fault them, really. They thought that that was the end of that. But the slot was given to me, and I still feel it should’ve been mine to deal with. There was a reason why they gave me time to confirm my final, irrevocable decision. I thought I still had until the seventh of November; I should’ve. I get it that accepting the slot entails responsibilities, but the right to accept or reject it was still mine. But that was taken away from me.

I don’t know what will happen now. I’m in limbo. They told me to wait for word from them if the slot would be given. I don’t know, I have next week. I feel a certain melancholy, like I’m blanketed by this sheet of sadness. This is beyond exhausting: things–my life–being decided by people other than myself.

Can’t the slate be wiped clean?

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While the last days haven’t been frenetic in terms of physical activities (I pretty much bum at home during breaks, reading books, watching television, and again, reading, reading), I have had some big decisions to make.

I have worked towards a particular goal and desire of mine throughout last semester. I thought I would be going too. But as it turned out, no matter how much coaxing I did, no matter how much I argued, ultimately my parents’ word remained the law. I see the logic in their arguments. Still, I could not help but feel that they do not get the reason behind my wanting to go at all. I simply want to go because of the experience. I want to go to gain a certain maturity, borne from having seen some other part of the world, from living in some other culture. I want to meet new people, get to know them, perhaps befriend them despite our differences. I wanted this to impact me in terms of deepening my perspective of the world, giving me growth, giving me confidence.

But that is not how things are destined to be, it seems.

Actually a few hours ago, as I thought to write this post as a cap off to the break and as an ode maybe to decisions made, I felt pretty light. I felt hopeful and excited for the new semester. I even sent a text already to the Office in charge of this whole thing. It felt bad, I felt bad for them. I know that they worked hard to facilitate the exchange, to help me. I admit to my mistake in all this. Perhaps I’d been so excited by the idea of getting to finally experience something of this degree, of this potential, that I got blinded from reality. I’m 19, strictly already already an adult, a young adult. But the reality is: my schooling is still financed by my parents and my scholarship. They have a point in wanting me to graduate as early as possible, so I may finally gain financial independence. I guess getting to live out some idealistic 5/6-month dream is not part of my reality.

And you might ask, why not work to ease the burden? Believe me, I have since tortured myself about all these questions, all these ‘what-ifs’. It’s scary, but I am ready and willing to step up to a greater level of responsibility. But–it seems that there’s always that BUT. Again, the argument of me only prolonging my schooling gets rehashed again. That’s essentially the gist of the arguments, anyway.

If you’re reading, I don’t know what you’re getting from this post. You might think I’m whining. You might think I’m a total failure, a disappointment, for not being strong and willful enough to go after a dream. But the truth remains that: my will is not the only one that matters.

I also want it too. I want to graduate already too. My course spans five years, and stopping for a semester will entail another additional year of schooling. Perhaps yes this is a great opportunity, but the timing just isn’t right. But I have thought about this hard even from the beginning, and I had begun to accept it. But my parents just can’t, and I just couldn’t leave without their approval.

I just plan to bury myself in worthwhile endeavors this semester. Although that won’t probably make me less aware of the big opportunity that I threw out the window, I hope it would lessen the pain of that awareness.

My heart is aching as I type. I hope I can blur that pain with worthwhile things this second semester.