While driving towards an uncle’s place, my dad asked “Where do you guys want to eat?”
I remember back in the old days, my grandpa would take the whole clan there every Sunday. Since there were so many of us youngsters, there would always be the famous Shantung Fried Chicken and their irresistible shrimp balls on the kids’ table. Now with an adult palate, I thought of trying the same stuff again, and see if they have the same juiciness and crisp, the same ambience and feel.
Upon entering the place, I realized it’s still the same old
I remember in the old days, after having lunch at this place, all my cousins would go to our house and we would play Fun House at our terrace. The group would hide the hangers used for our clothes and the “it” was tasked to find all of them in less than a minute or so. We would also play Taguan or Bahay-bahayan in my parents’ bedroom.
If I have my own family someday, I would like to introduce them to places like these and relive the old tradition of my clan. That would just be plain lovely. :)