Sometime ago, shortly before the family left for a vacation, the waiters at the Kulinarya in Rockwell’s Food Court didn’t know who ordered what and played a guessing game on us. By the time our orders were set before us, we had lost our appetites. Then again two Sundays ago, at Gaudi’s on Serendra, the same thing. The waiters didn’t know what was out of stock, they kept on accepting our orders, only to keep on coming back to us and say, “Wala na ho pala no’n.” Finally, for dessert, we asked, before placing our orders: “Ano ang wala, at ano ang meron?” “Wala na hong leche flan, pero meron pa hong crème brulee,” was the response. Two of us asked for crème brulee, and at the count of three, the waitress shook her head, as if waking up from deep slumber: “Ay, crème brulee pala ang wala, at leche flan ang meron.” From here we were interrupted twice yet, first to ask for our senior citizen cards, and again to ask for the credit card to pay for the meal — when both cards could have been requested for in one blow. Source: The Daily Tribune URL: http://www.tribuneonline.org/commentary/20100824com4.html |
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