Even if I and “Pangs” (slang of Panga-Palanga, a Visayan term
meaning “dear”, “my love” or a “loved one”) always make it a point
to take dinner out, being just 2 at home, in lieu of dwelling-cooked sharing,
last night-we decided to scout for a place where to spend the day of hearts.
One time, chanced upon this new site that looks “cool” in my opinion
and so we headed to it post office work.
Having a bit romantic dimly lit dinner in a mid to top class chophouse
on the 14th was out of the question as the nite, itself,
will be gigantically hovered by traffic jams everywhere.
And many will definitely be on the “waiting list” by the door of the resto.
This place we chose is new and not known to many as of yet-that we thought it to be just right…
in addition to its close proximity to office.
The place:

…a diner present in more than 20 countries specializing on different types of chicken offerings.
Not dim ambiance but well lighted-very bright-surrounding (check the brightness of the inside signage on top)
Got in with about 3-4 tables (out of 20+) occupied (not counting the capacity of the 2nd floor)
It was quiet at first
Thank you for the menu:

I love chicken, plainly marinated-cooked-garnished chicken, and I ordered:

…plain oak wood smoked 2 chicken pieces.
I LOVE IT.
I will surmise that it was just plainly cured by sodium nitrite, salt and very little sugar via marinade.
GRILLED. NO EXTRA FLAVOR. SIMPLE but heaven for me.
Did not touch the rice and consumed total of 3 cold pale pilsen with it.
Further, ordered 4 pieces take-out.
WHILE FINISHING MY 3rd BOTTLE, THE NOISE STARTED TO TRIPLICATE...
and everyone who came in seemed to know all, each one and everybody.
Pangs ordered:

Not much of a bestseller for me.
Un-marinated chicken cuts, dusted with flour then deep fried.
Generously poured fried pieces with heated water-soy sauce-salt-honey (maybe)
BBQ sauce mixture plus lots of crushed fresh garlic & thickener.
We both ate a piece and took-out the remaining 2.
I kept on hearing lots of different voices in all tables
as if each one talking was “trying to sell” something to the other 1 or 2.
Until the whole area turned out to be like a “cock fighting arena”.
Voices tingled in my ear. I asked for the bill. I can’t take the noise any longer.
I learned the people inside, almost all, were from “a pyramiding-style items-selling outfit”
and each one was convincing the other 1 or 2 or 3 to be one with them.
HUWAH. So noisy.
OUR DECISION…NO. WE WON’T BE THERE THIS 14th.
Will just stay home and share dinner.
BUT, and again BUT…WILL BE BACK FOR THE WOOD SMOKED BBQ CHICKEN.
…either cover my ears with my competition-proven electronic ear muffs then sip my 2 cold bottles
or take out na lang.