It was the most horrible Sinigang (pork sour soup) I have ever tasted in my life. I like fat but man this one was fatty! I guess people just settle for anything remotely close to the taste of home.
I was the only odd Filipino in the restaurant. The place was surrounded by noise from workers from a cruise docked in Barcelona for a couple of days. They were noisy cracking up gay jokes with each other. It was so hilarious. I was trying to keep myself from laughing but they were just so funny!
In beginning, I think they were reluctant to talk to me since I didn't look Filipino. Finally, one invited me for a shot and that took care of the rest of my night.
There were about 12 of them. All married with children with similar stories. They are also separated by hierarchy of their work. One seems to be the "cool boss" and everyone is sucking up to him by making sure he's having fun and drinking as much as everyone. In the end, he ended up footing a $100 dollar bill (to those people, that's alot!); a typical Filipino attitude.
We spent a couple of hours drinking and we decided to venture out to find a karaoke bar. You can only imagine the rest. It was full of laughter and more gay jokes. My god! If they only knew!
One thing I appreciate about that culture despite when it's all about "saving face" is that they really take care of their women. They made sure I got home safely although my place was out the way. They also made sure I was happy eating and drinking.
"Elizabeth, you are really cool. You are not like other Filipinas; pretentious and boring". It was nice hearing that. Good luck, I have yet to add them on facebook.
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