Some might think that this could be another kind of urban legend. Or it might just be a form of a ploy used by the religious to recruit young men to follow their spiritual lead. But I do know it is true; take it from me – Jesuit miseducated (joke). Some of the finest food that one can chomp on would be from tables of seminaries. Look at the rotund shapes under those priestly garments. Our clerics may have taken the vow of poverty but certainly not the vow of being famished.
I had the opportunity this week to go to Amici de Don Bosco, this eating place run supposedly by the Salesian priests. Why - the area itself is inside Don Bosco School at the corner of Pasay Road and Pasong Tamo. Just park the car at the nearby Walter Mart.
I have been to the place twice but I still expect that priests in brown cassocks serve the Italian based entrees. Instead, manongs and manangs in casual t-shirts man the trattoria which really looked like my highschool cafeteria. The management does not even try to impress its customers with some distinct Mediterranean ambiance. Yesterday though, an aria from a tenor (Pavarotti?) managed to waft around when the bulk of the customers diminished by 2 pm.
My last order about 6 months ago, lasagna al forno had been a success. This time I wanted to try something else – its popular rosemary chicken (P150.00) and equally popular profiteroles (P50). After lining up at their counters and making orders, in a jiffy the food came my way. Just had to show my order number ala Jollibee.
The serving was huge, almost half a chicken, garnished with quartered potatoes and sliced bread. The roasted chicken was tender and moist, as it was swimming in its juice. But pardon me, the food was a little too tasty for my taste – meaning, maalat that I had to wash down the saltiness with some pretasting of my dessert. Maybe, it was the strong flavor of the rosemary. Subtlety would do more for the recipe. The roasted chicken with some dessert midthrough the meal made the experience bearable.
Certainly, I loved the profitorole – the black and white combination. For every order one gets to have two cream puffs for the taking. One can have puffs either wrapped in white or black chocolate. Creamy custard filling generously oozed from wafers. Two thumbs up for two cream puffs. And in a reversal of roles, I forgive the priests for my chicken as I plan to go back soon for hopefully better choices.
When I went back to Walter Mart for my transportation, I could not resist taking a look at Amici’s gelato counter near the supermarket. There was an assortment of its delectable ice cream. Nice sight to behold. But another sugar feast? Who does eat ice cream after already having lunch time dessert?
In no time, I had the strawberry marble (P20). Am I guilty of sweetness avarice? Must be because of the salty chicken.
I had the opportunity this week to go to Amici de Don Bosco, this eating place run supposedly by the Salesian priests. Why - the area itself is inside Don Bosco School at the corner of Pasay Road and Pasong Tamo. Just park the car at the nearby Walter Mart.
I have been to the place twice but I still expect that priests in brown cassocks serve the Italian based entrees. Instead, manongs and manangs in casual t-shirts man the trattoria which really looked like my highschool cafeteria. The management does not even try to impress its customers with some distinct Mediterranean ambiance. Yesterday though, an aria from a tenor (Pavarotti?) managed to waft around when the bulk of the customers diminished by 2 pm.
My last order about 6 months ago, lasagna al forno had been a success. This time I wanted to try something else – its popular rosemary chicken (P150.00) and equally popular profiteroles (P50). After lining up at their counters and making orders, in a jiffy the food came my way. Just had to show my order number ala Jollibee.
The serving was huge, almost half a chicken, garnished with quartered potatoes and sliced bread. The roasted chicken was tender and moist, as it was swimming in its juice. But pardon me, the food was a little too tasty for my taste – meaning, maalat that I had to wash down the saltiness with some pretasting of my dessert. Maybe, it was the strong flavor of the rosemary. Subtlety would do more for the recipe. The roasted chicken with some dessert midthrough the meal made the experience bearable.
Certainly, I loved the profitorole – the black and white combination. For every order one gets to have two cream puffs for the taking. One can have puffs either wrapped in white or black chocolate. Creamy custard filling generously oozed from wafers. Two thumbs up for two cream puffs. And in a reversal of roles, I forgive the priests for my chicken as I plan to go back soon for hopefully better choices.
When I went back to Walter Mart for my transportation, I could not resist taking a look at Amici’s gelato counter near the supermarket. There was an assortment of its delectable ice cream. Nice sight to behold. But another sugar feast? Who does eat ice cream after already having lunch time dessert?
In no time, I had the strawberry marble (P20). Am I guilty of sweetness avarice? Must be because of the salty chicken.
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