The Aftermath
Saturday, March 04, 2006 by eric yang
Tonight, after a long long long, did I mention long, week I met up with some friends to sup in Queens. Actually, it was more like we drove (yes drove) out to Queens (which I have zero geographical knowledge of) and gorged on Phillipino/Filipino food. I don't know whether the politically correct version of Phillipino is, well, Phillipino or Filipino. Either way, we ate seventy eight thousand different versions of pork and I enjoyed every bite of it. As can be seen in Exhibit A to your right.
I don't remember any names of what we had but I did surmise that Filipino food is somewhat comparable to the 'soul food' amongst Asian foods. It's simple, yummy, 100% unhealthy, and cooked with just enough tender loving care (read: grease) to put a smile across a Korean mug. Now, I don't know whether or not any of the other 2.5 billion other Asians agree with me but I don't care, it was tasty and from what I could tell, entirely unhealthy. Take that Dim-Sum.
Oh, but how I heart dim-sum.
Anyway, later in the evening we grabbed coffee and dessert at this place called... I can't remember but it was on the corner of some street and some avenue somewhere in Queens. I was entirely inebriated on delish-ness pork at this point.
Well call me Frank and slap me furter, I need to talk to you about this cake. You see, this 'cake' was ordered during my trip to the dubya-cee and all I can to describe this consumable is one thing. It was purple. It was bona-fide Barney The Dinosaur purple and we ate it. I vaguely remember some other creme brule-esque cakes on the table but could not avert my eyes from the slice of Barney that was being served to us. Evidently it was some type of uncommon (like, purple dinosaur rare) purple yam. The cake was good. In fact it must have been so good that it affected my sense of space because I didn't even notice the overhang walking down the stairs and slammed my forehead right into the banister causing an earth trembling shake in my brain and a series of laughter from the seemingly sea of people that could walk under this ledge with no problem. Or perhaps it was the fact that this stairwell was better suited for those of, ahem, shorter stature. Oh well, the 6 foot Korean caused some Filipino laughs. I get it. Ha ha. Laugh at the economy size Korean with the ginormous head trying to fit thru the mousehole of a stairwell designed for people 5 feet tall. Laugh it up you bunch of Barney killers.
Regardless, the cake was yummy, I think there's a picture of it if you click into the picture (Exhibit A) along with another picture of me dancing a jig celebrating my day's gluttony.
Speaking of glutton... here is the food that was consumed today by yours truly.
BREAKFAST: Medium Coffee with milk and two sugars and Two Dunkin Donuts: 1 Glazed, 1 White Icing & Sprinkles.
MID MORNING SNACK: English Breakfast Tea and two Pepperidge Farms Milano cookies. The second best cookie in history. Snugly situated right between the first: Girl Scout Samoas, and the third: White Chocolate Chunk Macadamia Cookies from The Cookie Co.
LUNCH: Chicken Catchatori, a serving of Baked Ziti, a Cola beverage, Salad and then the whole thing all over again.
AFTERNOON DELIGHT: Two Black & White cookies and a slice of Carrot Cake
DINNER: 18 heaping servings of variously prepared pork dishes and garlic rice. Mango Tea to wash it down with.
DESSERT: Coffee, milk & two sugars, creme-brule-ish looking cake, and one slice of Barney.
PRE-SLEEP/POST-WRITING SNACK: One Black & White cookie I pilfered from the afternoon delight at work.
... somewhere there's a weight watcher's nutritionist rolling over in their grave and trying to get out. But they can't. They can't because my fat arse is sitting on top of them.
I don't remember any names of what we had but I did surmise that Filipino food is somewhat comparable to the 'soul food' amongst Asian foods. It's simple, yummy, 100% unhealthy, and cooked with just enough tender loving care (read: grease) to put a smile across a Korean mug. Now, I don't know whether or not any of the other 2.5 billion other Asians agree with me but I don't care, it was tasty and from what I could tell, entirely unhealthy. Take that Dim-Sum.
Oh, but how I heart dim-sum.
Anyway, later in the evening we grabbed coffee and dessert at this place called... I can't remember but it was on the corner of some street and some avenue somewhere in Queens. I was entirely inebriated on delish-ness pork at this point.
Well call me Frank and slap me furter, I need to talk to you about this cake. You see, this 'cake' was ordered during my trip to the dubya-cee and all I can to describe this consumable is one thing. It was purple. It was bona-fide Barney The Dinosaur purple and we ate it. I vaguely remember some other creme brule-esque cakes on the table but could not avert my eyes from the slice of Barney that was being served to us. Evidently it was some type of uncommon (like, purple dinosaur rare) purple yam. The cake was good. In fact it must have been so good that it affected my sense of space because I didn't even notice the overhang walking down the stairs and slammed my forehead right into the banister causing an earth trembling shake in my brain and a series of laughter from the seemingly sea of people that could walk under this ledge with no problem. Or perhaps it was the fact that this stairwell was better suited for those of, ahem, shorter stature. Oh well, the 6 foot Korean caused some Filipino laughs. I get it. Ha ha. Laugh at the economy size Korean with the ginormous head trying to fit thru the mousehole of a stairwell designed for people 5 feet tall. Laugh it up you bunch of Barney killers.
Regardless, the cake was yummy, I think there's a picture of it if you click into the picture (Exhibit A) along with another picture of me dancing a jig celebrating my day's gluttony.
Speaking of glutton... here is the food that was consumed today by yours truly.
BREAKFAST: Medium Coffee with milk and two sugars and Two Dunkin Donuts: 1 Glazed, 1 White Icing & Sprinkles.
MID MORNING SNACK: English Breakfast Tea and two Pepperidge Farms Milano cookies. The second best cookie in history. Snugly situated right between the first: Girl Scout Samoas, and the third: White Chocolate Chunk Macadamia Cookies from The Cookie Co.
LUNCH: Chicken Catchatori, a serving of Baked Ziti, a Cola beverage, Salad and then the whole thing all over again.
AFTERNOON DELIGHT: Two Black & White cookies and a slice of Carrot Cake
DINNER: 18 heaping servings of variously prepared pork dishes and garlic rice. Mango Tea to wash it down with.
DESSERT: Coffee, milk & two sugars, creme-brule-ish looking cake, and one slice of Barney.
PRE-SLEEP/POST-WRITING SNACK: One Black & White cookie I pilfered from the afternoon delight at work.
... somewhere there's a weight watcher's nutritionist rolling over in their grave and trying to get out. But they can't. They can't because my fat arse is sitting on top of them.
