Leftover Chinese Buys the Three Dinner Meal

Growing up on a steady diet of Filipino food, we never saw the point in going to a Filipino restaurant. It seemed like a complete scam. The food always tasted "funny" because someone other than my mom made it. The restaurant always tasted "funny" because we were probably ashamed to be Filipino kids.

Times have changed and to get some of the motherland cuisine, I either have to drive two hours to visit my parents, call a distant relative who still uses lard in her cooking, or call the restaurant. I chose the latter this evening. The food doesn't taste as "funny" these days. The portions are family sized and reasonably priced so I have at least two dinners left for about twenty dollars. Fishpond is the place. Go. Now.

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