After swinging by the museum in Greenbelt, we decided to eat at The Kitchen.
The Beached Bear orders a glass of lemon grass iced tea.
Me: Lemon grass? Sounds like something rich people would order.
Beached Bear: Have a sip. It tastes vaguely like sago’t gulaman.
Me: It’s sago’t gulaman after blowing up and killing someone with a hatchet.
Beached Bear: It’s sago’t gulaman after blowing up and killing someone with a hatchet and then dancing to (Wonder Girls’) Nobody.
Does this conversation qualify as a food review? I dunno..
