Monday, October 29, 2007

Chicken Chic

Gone are the days when I won’t be subjected to the daily torments of hellish traffic en route to work. For a few blissful years our Emerald Avenue office in Ortigas was practically a stone throw away from the building where I live. I can go home après lunch and have a ten minute nap and happily stride back to work, enervated. Since August when I hopscotched into another job and relocated to Paseo de Roxas in Makati my nerves are habitually assaulted by blaring horns and clunky vehicles practically on a standstill along Buendia, just when I’m rushing madly for an appointment. The good thing however is I discovered the best chicken I’ve eaten in years. Nondescriptically tucked in a parking lot structure, Bugong, is my new morphine. Nevermind the gravy, pass me the salsa!


The Rainmaker said...

It is always a good idea to bring a gun with you so that when the horns start blaring, start shooting that gun.

loudcloud said...

violently happy, arent we? no, wait, that's a bjork song!

ian said...

okay. wait. lumipat ka na pala ng work?! olats ko naman. i didn't know hahaha

master, here is your new slave. slave, your master =]

i'm a stone'sthrowawaylang. kitakits-