Halu-halo at Payag • 11.18.08
When I arrived at the terminal, I know that he’s already there. I was not sure how long, but I know that his eyes were only searching for me among the arriving crowds. Well, that’s what my instinct told me.
It’s actually a great feeling that once in a while you give yourself a chance to escape from the tedious bustles of the city and relax in the comforting lull of the suburban. And I just realized that it’s really not that bad to lie every now and then. I mean lying sometimes can make things more bearable. But this doesn’t mean that I’m advising anyone to do a such.
Anyways, I spent my weekend critiquing NBA 2K9 and comparing it to the previous releases. Though I rarely play such kind of PC game, but I’m always a keen observer. After the day that I arrived, we went to the theater and watched Madagascar 2 and had our lunch at KFC. And late in the afternoon, I accompanied him with his friends to play basketball. During the evening, we had our late dinner at Payag. And there, I had my very first try of their special halu-halo.
Payag is actually a restaurant inside a two-storey structure. It is a preserved old house that was instyle during the Spanish era. The place has a very historical ambiance with antique-like wooden tables and chairs and low lightings. It was like you’re stepping to another era once you entered their guarded door. Chicken is actually their specialty. And you should not miss their special halu-halo which is way cheaper than Chowking’s, but yummier.
Payag’s halu-halo is served in a coconut shell with all its meat on it and its juice is served along with it. I was quite amazed because I know it would cause more when it’s served here in Cebu. There’s really an advantage in living in a suburban area compared to living in the city.
Payag's Halu-halo
sticky, sweet, cream was all over her hair, her face, her arms, and on her blouse. She cursed and looked for a clean rug to clean the mess. Her hair was bloody sticky and she’s afraid someone will see how miserable she is. She looked around, nobody’s looking at her. She can feel the sticky liquid furiously clinging on every strands of her bloody miserable hair. Fuck! Her legs were cramping. She’s been standing on that little place for more than an hour. Her limbs were sore and her throat was throbbing painfully. She has to finish what she’s doing. Mayonnaise, cream, condensed milk, fruit cocktail, macaroni, dried raisins, cheese, nata de coco, mix them all and this would be over. But it’s easier said than done. The fruit cocktail is quite large and she has to do the mixing twice. And there’s the macaroni. After it has been boiled to al dente she has to use a big spoon (yes, large spoon literally) to scoop them from the casserole. Bloody strainer! Someone stole it the day before Christmas eve. Grrrrr! After draining the macaroni using her bare hands she put in a clean container and start pouring all the necessary ingredients. She doesn’t want to make something that’s just very ordinary. So, after mixing all the ingredients she decided to put some decoration on top of the finished product. And she did the same until to the very last mixing. And now she’s quite proud she just finished preparing the all time fave Macaroni and Fruit Salads. Bloody, bloody, bloody Salads!
Anyways, my stomach is not doing well at this very moment. My cousin Arnel just came by awhile ago with a big box of pizza. And a greedy pig like me won’t pass up any opportunities to quench the needs of my taste buds, and feed the curly organisms inside my intestines (wahehehehe!). Arnel is actually a varsity player in UV. He’s the son of my mother’s sister. He went here in Cebu to find the best team to play basketball and with a dream to play in PBA someday. It turned out they had a little gig at a nearby pizza store with his teammates and sponsors.
