Met K last Saturday for her much-needed shopping. But before embarking on our quest for the perfect not-so-corporate-yet-not-so-casual work bag and some other things, we decided to fill our bellies at Cravings. K was craving for Sushi but Shangri-la mall didn't have any Japanese resto aside from Tokyo Tokyo and the International Sushi Bar which was still closed at the time we wanted to chow. We settled for Cravings. The nice thing about dining in Cravings is that when you order an entree, you can go buffet on the soup and salad bar. I wasn't really starving as it was 4pm and I had just eaten lunch a couple of hours before. I wanted to get something light but opting for the soup and salad bar alone costs 195 bucks and a few of the entrees were cheaper than that so I just ordered an entree.
K said that I should try Cravings' buffet breakfast and I made a mental note to do so. Because we are girls with very sweet teeth, we ordered dessert. We had already eaten half of our Chocolate Almond Mousse (if I remember correctly)when K goes, "Oh my Gawd!!! There's a cockroach!". Asked her where it was and the little ugly thing was under our plates. Acccckk! How the hell did it get there?!?
We called a waiter who took away the yucky thing and the manager approached us apologizing. She also said that she will talk to their fumigation people about it.
Needless to say, we didn't finish the cake. And I guess I'll be saying goodbye to the buffet breakfast. Whew! Buti na lang, I didn't accept their job offer, or else, it would have been so embarassing.
The manager was nice enough to not charge us for the cake. She was also nice enough to give me and Kookie complimentary cake cards on our next visit. When that is, I really, really cannot tell.
Bunny @ Monday, September 13, 2004
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for