GAH. Look at all that color! Ever since I dyed my hair black, I've been feeling a little deprived of color. Though I mainly am wearing black in this outfit, I couldn't help but inject bits of hue here and there to make it less dreary. It was actually quite chilly this day, and I needed a thicker jacket and tights! Crazy weather, people. Crazy weather.
bear top: Forever 21 :: mustard tights: TJMaxx :: Liz Claiborne bow flats ::
Hello Kitty panda purse:: DIY polka dot headband
I haven't had authentic Filipino food in a long time, I was ecstatic to find a Filipino restaurant close by, so B and I drove out for dinner. There were lots of signs indicating it wasn't as great a place as people reviewed it to be (no thanks, Yelp), and I should have heeded those signs instead of wasting my time and money.
The Telling Signs a Filipino Restaurant Isn't Authentic:
1. They don't offer you a spoon - Eating requires a fork AND a spoon. Knives are too fancy and really unnecessary if you know how to use a spoon. If you're really hardcore, you eat with your hands.
2. They don't serve kare-kare- An oxtail stew made with a peanut-based sauce. If they don't have it, they're obviously not familiar with the integral flavors that please the Filipino palate.
3. The decor is off- What should I be seeing? HUGE wooden forks, spoons, and bowls. Maybe throw in some religious relics and paintings here and there. It adds to the ambiance, people.
This is the lumpia we had as a starter. It was the best thing about that meal. Sadly, it was pretty mediocre by our standards. We ordered pork and squid adobo which was supposed to be a rich, sweet, and tangy sauce made with vinegar, soy sauce, peppers, bay leaves, and lots of garlic. Instead, it tasted like Dinty Moore stew. bleh. We were so disappointed, that we went and got pancakes afterwards. A pretty delicious way to wash down an awful fluke of a dinner.