The Walk, The Dinner, and The Movie

March 22, 2014—good service, good dinner, good movie; these were all we needed for us friends to enjoy our little time spent together but we actually experienced a different kind of mix—there was a good dinner and… that’s all.

A friend went on a vacation leave and before he left back to his job in Cebu, he asked us, his friends, out for a dinner.  I came late and, guess what?  I was not the only one who was late.  The texted rendezvous was on Veranza so I went there first.  I checked my cellphone and found out (heard for the near chismosas) that the network had gone wild for several minutes already so I waited inside the mall still hoping for the signal to reach me, but nothing happened.  So I walked around expecting to see them also walking around expecting to see me but I saw no one.  My cellphone rang (I set my cellphone in the most basic alert tone) and there I had a message that said to meet my friend near KCC’s cinema section.  He used the other network to text me (luckily, he has other network, if he did not then I would be imagining myself just walking around).

When I arrived there, he started telling me funny stuffs about his work and coworkers.  I don’t think I got everything he said—I was hungry because I had not eaten lunch to enjoy his libre.  Unfortunately, we were still waiting for one last person.

When the person we were waiting arrived, we at once got up and walked back to our first venue.  While walking, we talked about everything and we never did miss a laugh on some funny topics.  We could really feel that we missed each other.

We had not settled where we would eat until we finally end up in a grill resto.  As we entered the resto, I already had a strange feeling about how the attendants looked at us.  I continued observing them still when we had our orders.  Instead of delivering the orders directly inside the kitchen, I saw that the waiter first lend it to a woman and then both of them laughed.  We had not heard the laugh because we chose to sit in the outside extension.  I saw them because I chose to sit in front of them (a view to the inside in front of the transparent wall).  The food and drinks were served but there was one viand that they did not serve.  We considered it first (we thought maybe they were still cooking it).

We finished everything without the viand we ordered.  We called the waiter for our dessert and abruptly he said “Ginaserve man gud namo ang dessert paghuman kaon Sir.” and we had not waited for a second to react strongly to what he said.  Of course, we know that and in fact, we called him because we finished eating even though we hadn’t had the other viand.  Then we inquired for the other viand and the waiter sharply replied “Ipabalot na lang to sir.” Clearly, they remember our order, we just didn’t know why it was not given to us.  When it was given to us, many people (including me) would know that is was already oven-heated.

We do not want to judge these people but obviously, they were not oriented about how to handle customers right.  Their products taste good but their services are very poor.  I don’t want to add them to my blacklist restaurant because what we wanted there was their food, not the servers.

After eating, we walked back to KCC to watch a movie.  We were choosing between “Divergent” and “Devil’s Due”.  Our first choice was the former but we were more curious about the latter (the title sounds good) so we followed our curiosity.  Late had we realized that curiosity kill everything except boredom.  Just imagine you are watching an amateur video of a family who does nothing but take videos of almost everything—and that is the story from the beginning to its very end.  How sad isn’t it?  We were slouching for more than an hour.  It took us courage to wait for the movie to end… unfortunately.  We went out of the movie house weak and bewildered.  We just turned the dismay into laughter after several walks.  We started talking about it sarcastically.

We decided to go home after that.  Inside the van, we were silent, perhaps tired for what we did.  At least, we all were satisfied—the most important thing. 

Thanks for the libre Carlo… till next time!