As mentioned before, I had dinner last Friday with some friends (Bern, Trinsky, Galans and Nela) at
Amoroma Ristorante in Legaspi Village, Makati. Yup, it's confirmed. The place is really called Amoroma.
Which reminds me of a little story Bob and Angi told me before. I hope
I remember this right. Since some people seem to pronounce it as "
confeermed" instead of "
confirmed",
a person actually volunteered that they are actually two different,
although related, words. When asked how, he/she explains that "
confirmed" means that, even though it has already been set, there is still room for change, amendment or adjustment. Meanwhile, "
confeermed" is a go, 100%, by hooked or by crooked.
Uh-huh! Alrighty then!
So since I'm absolutely sure about the name, let me correct my statement then...
Yup, it's
confeermed. The place is really called Amoroma.
Bwahahaha!
Bern, Galans and I kept on calling it Cafe Aroma. And I was
half-expecting Apeng Daldal and Co. to barge out, take our orders and
wait on us for the evening.
Anyway, on a serious note, it was a very good restaurant. You wouldn't
know where it is though, if you weren't actually looking for it. It's
hidden inside the parking area of Valuepoint Apartments along Salcedo
Street. It has a sign facing the street but it not as pronounced as I'd
want it to be if I was looking for the place. So it's a good thing I
looked the building up in a map beforehand.
I ordered
Chicken with Bell Peppers and Tomatoes.
I usually ask if they'll serve the breast part whenever I order chicken
but for some reason I just forgot to. Yes, I prefer the white to the
chicken's dark meat. Partly because I absolutely do not know how to
pick a chicken. Don't ask me why, I really don't know. Maybe I just
kept on eating white meat when I was a kid that I never gave myself the
chance to eat any other part. So everytime I do eat those "other parts"
I end up wasting them. It's bad enough that I can't eat the damn thing
properly, I sometimes have to also endure the looks and comments of the
people around me. "
Look at that boy, why he doesn't know how to eat a chicken? Did his parents did not teach him?"
Whatever.
But in spite of that small lapse, it turned out to be a very good meal.
I loved the tomatoes and the sauce. But as expected, I did end up
wasting the chicken.
As I always say "
I loved the food... the company, even better". We ended up ruining the ambiance of the restaurant by talking and laughing loudly.
Parang ang laki ng bahay namin!
There seemed to be some couples out on a date on a Friday night,
hopefully we didn't ruin it for them. Well, we weren't that boorish
anyway.
It was like a mini-reunion for Galans, Trina and Nela. As they were
waxing nostalgic the whole night about their glory days in el-ay and
about those that they left behind. Good for them, and for Bern and I
too, as they had great stories to tell.
I wanted to have a nightcap afterwards - one bottle, two bottles - but
Bern and Trina could stay out too late because my inaanak Ethan was
with his lola.
We can always do it next time. They're back for good anyway.
Pics can be found
here.