That's me putting achuete oil on my rice during our lunch at Manokan Country, Bacolod.
Makati Cinema Square??? The last time I was there, I was 8 and being bribed to visit our dentist in Mile Long and being dragged to an antique store where my parents spent 2 hours just looking at the merchandise.
Back to the chicken. My office mates and I decided to eat there for lunch and see if it really is the same Aida's from Bacolod. And, well, yup. It's the one!
Excuse the phone pictures. Why do I always forget to bring my camera?
After lunch we walked around the old mall, and GREAT BALLS OF FIRE! The antique store, where I impatiently cried and whined and threw tantrums, was still there! I was so happy to see it! Now that I have more appreciation for antiques, I could truly enjoy my visit. Being inside was like wearing my school uniform again and saying: "Papa, Mcdo... pleeeaase..." The place still looks the same. Only difference is I loved every piece in that shop. My parents would be so proud.
I immediately went to their jewelry section the way my parents used to, and I could've sworn that the old lady manning the station was the very same seller my parents would to go to every time they wanted to see the new old items!
I remembered R, her love for jewelry and her depressed state at the moment (Haha). Today is pay day for me, by the way, so I thought I'd splurge juuuuust a bit. I bought R a gift. Antique costume jewelry always puts a smile on a woman's face.
Now did you think I was THAT generous and selfless and nice? Of course I bought something for myself din noh!
Back to the chicken. My office mates and I decided to eat there for lunch and see if it really is the same Aida's from Bacolod. And, well, yup. It's the one!
Excuse the phone pictures. Why do I always forget to bring my camera?
The chicken meals is priced at 120 pesos. It includes soup, rice, eggplant ensalada, and the chicken of course. More expensive than the one in Bacolod (45 bucks per piece), pero mura pa rin!
After lunch we walked around the old mall, and GREAT BALLS OF FIRE! The antique store, where I impatiently cried and whined and threw tantrums, was still there! I was so happy to see it! Now that I have more appreciation for antiques, I could truly enjoy my visit. Being inside was like wearing my school uniform again and saying: "Papa, Mcdo... pleeeaase..." The place still looks the same. Only difference is I loved every piece in that shop. My parents would be so proud.
Pretty little lamps everywhere! Calling, N!
I immediately went to their jewelry section the way my parents used to, and I could've sworn that the old lady manning the station was the very same seller my parents would to go to every time they wanted to see the new old items!
I remembered R, her love for jewelry and her depressed state at the moment (Haha). Today is pay day for me, by the way, so I thought I'd splurge juuuuust a bit. I bought R a gift. Antique costume jewelry always puts a smile on a woman's face.
R, this is for you. A super-nice-sana-akin-nalang delicate pendant from the 1940s. Well the seller said it was from the 40s.
Now did you think I was THAT generous and selfless and nice? Of course I bought something for myself din noh!
A colorful and quirky leaf brooch from the late 60s.
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R