I Love Orange

The long wait is over. This day marks the third time my family would eat at Pancake House in Tagaytay City. I have been wanting this to happen because on the first and second time we ate at Pancake House, I didn’t take any pictures to cherish this childlike happy memory of mine. Pancake House was my first-ever favorite expensive dining experience. When we were living in Tondo, highlighted occasions were celebrated at the Tutuban Branch of Pancake House. I would always order my favorite chicken sandwich and, of course, pancakes.

My waistline is in trouble again after indulging in potato salad, spaghetti with meat sauce, pan chicken, two pancakes, and a bottomless iced tea. But who cares? I love being in this place! I actually liked the ambience, although it felt like Manny Villar financed the construction of it. The menu was orange, the place mat was orange, the people were orange (just kidding, they wore orange), the building itself is mostly orange. I really hate orange, but began to love it while observing the restaurant.

After going to church, we went to SM and then to Tagaytay City. At approximately 8:00 P.M., we arrived home. My case study was barely one page long then, trouble finds itself with me when it comes to meeting deadlines. But anyway, rush writing got into my system. I was physically tired and naturally lazy when it comes to school work. But as a challenge, I told someone I’ll get the paper done in an hour. I failed – I did it in an hour and a minute. I failed in a matter of a minute.