Chowking "Chinese-style" fried chicken

Apparently the way they fry chicken in China isn't all that different from how they do it in that really affordable eatery on St. Peter Street in New Era.

It's a universal conspiracy that's keeping me thin!

This was lunch:

Three cups of rice and two dishes: chicken adobo and a beef-and-onions thing whose exact name I don't know.

Decisively demolished.

Afterwards I bought two apples from the fruit stall at the Shopping Center and a bag of corn bits at the Coop.

The rampage continued at dinner, which consisted of two deathly crispy pieces of Chickenjoy (no other product is more aptly named), two cups of rice and a glass of Coke Zero. Annihilated.

Before I went home I bought a McFlurry Oreo to eat on the jeep ride home.

All of which begs the question, why the hell aren't I fat? It's a conspiracy, and I won't stop until I get to the bottom of it.

Mang Inasal

The generous use of wood and warm lighting make for a cozy nomming experience.

Too cozy for a restaurant that serves grilled chicken and eat-all-you-can rice, Katz says.

Dean agrees, but thinks the design would work very well in a residence, perhaps in a study or living room.

Faux chicken tinola

is what I had for dinner last night.

It's not manok bisaya. Dean's dad would not approve.

From the same people who brought you the slogan "The Filipino is worth shopping for."

So it's a guy in a tank top and a girl in a strapless dress. He's gesturing at something off-frame; she's looking at it, he isn't. And he's holding a chicken. Rusty Lopez, ladies and gentlemen.