At Chili's Greenbelt

Met up with the NJDC last night. We're starting to feel more and more like a multi-cam sitcom barkada, getting the same booth every week, with the blocking geared at one camera. We all got Santa Fe steaks, because Cam-b wanted one. We downed two pitchers of much deserved strawberry mango margarita, and played Pinoy Henyo for an hour or so. It was the nerdiest game ever played of Pinoy Henyo, what with several contentions and qualified yeses, and noes. Also, learned something new about Cessna planes. Which, along with my new knowledge of obstetrics and pediatrics nutrition, would come pretty helpful, if ever I find myself pregnant on a private plane.

These are the photos.

No Judgment Dinner Club

This is the NJDC. That's me, Jordan, Cam-B, and Cielly. We are the No Judgment Dinner Club. Because we dine with no judgment. Which I still insist should go both ways: there should be no judgment for the guy who stays away from the rice because he's on a strict high protein low carb diet. But apparently, that's not on the agenda.

Last Friday, it was Dampa in Libis again. We were deciding on whether Dampa or someplace in Makati, and Dampa won by luck of the draw. Seriously. Cam-b tore up little pieces of paper, and drew the name of the place.

I must admit, the buttered shrimp this time around is much tastier. Last time we were there, they came out bland and watery. The tempura was amazing as well. Damn, just remembering those make me hungry now.

Also, we go way back. Eating has always been our thing.

That's us, eating out in Binondo.