La Pagua Menu Novels & Stories

She turned her head toward the kitchen and yelled, "Two mugs, Frank!" I picked up the menu. It was massive. I had navigated billion-dollar mergers and read complex international trade agreements, but this menu was a maze. There were pictures of eggs, pancakes, burgers, and something called a "Monte Cristo." There were sections for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and "Midnight Cravings." "There are too many options," I muttered. My voice sounded rough. Amara let out a small sound. I looked up. She was biting her lip, trying to hide a smile.

Moments later, Reagan returned with the restaurant’s signature red buzzer in hand and slid into the seat across from her. “So,” Lara cleared her throat, trying to sound casual, “What did you get?” Reagan leaned back and began ticking off the items. “Let’s see—one Chickenjoy bucket, two adobo rice meals, spaghetti, two peach mango pie, two cheeseburgers, large fries, and pineapple juice for both of us.” Lara blinked at him, impressed. Then she broke into a wide grin. “Wow! You ordered all the best stuff!” He chuckled. “Didn’t want to miss anything.”

he greeted us with a smile, and for some reason, I could feel that he was Filipino. "I will have scallops grilled, cauliflower coconut, cumin puree, roesti potato, lemon yoghurt for entree, and for my main course, I will have spaghettini with mussels, scallops, fish, prawns, basil pesto, pine nuts, spinach, parmesan cheese, and just ice tea," I said while handing over the menu, while he waited for Nicole's order. "By the way, are you a Filipino?" I smiled and asked, and a broad grin spread across his face as he confirmed my question.

The crew gave us the menu and I took it with a smile. "Chicken wings and beef fajitas," Levi told the crew. "Yes, sir noted!" "Lucas, Lolita, and 2 strawberry iced teas," I replied. Lucas- all meat pizza Lolita- garlic longganisa pasta I looked around. There are beautiful things made of wood. The houses on the bottom that can be seen from here are beautiful. The surroundings are clear. Some eat, others are old people who also have relationships and best friends. There is also a family date, it is also lunch date, and whatnot.

You'll take the order and pass it to me, and I'll be the one to pass it to the cook. Ma'am Celeste coded the menu by alphabet letters from A to E so that it was easy for us to take down, but if the customer requested food not included in the menu, you could tell me, and I'd ask Uncle Arthur if he could cook it. "Okay, this is the menu. Try to remember because sometimes customers don't say the code but the whole name of the dish they wanted." I look at the menus: A. Is Tom yum seafood soup with rice B. Is buttered garlic prawn with rice C. Seafood baked rice, D. Grilled Squid with rice and steamed vegetable, E. Is chili crab with rice and steamed vegetables, F. It is fish soup with rice and E

"Cecilia, do you want something to eat?" Doesn't expect that question, she flinched and take a look at the menu book. All of them was written in weird language. Max cleared his throat, "You are holding it into the wrong direction." "Ah! I see." She answered and reverse the menu's position. But, it is still unreadable. "How about Bicol Express?" Max said after he notices her confusion. Armano shook his head, "It's too spicy, Your Highness. She doesn't like it. Try Sinigang, a sour and light stew."

(Note: Pagpag is a term given to left-over food, meat picked from garbage and dumps, which is then washed, cooked and sold to poor communities in Manila, Philippines) Ethan quickly ate up his entire meal as he sat in his mother's lap. She picked out the lice from his head. "Eat up and sleep quickly, okay? And don't wake up in the middle of the night" Ethan ate up and turned towards her "Seconds" He said with a smile "I'm sorry, Ethan. That's all I had today. I'll get more tomorrow" She said. He didn't say anything. Sleeping with a half filled stomach wasn't new for people in those areas of the Philippines. He quietly kept the plate aside and sat back in her lap. She caressed his head gently

Jen shook her head, Apollo also looking at her. “Eh, well, we grew up in Samantha’s house, so we’re not really familiar with these kinds of food. Even if you say we were poor, we didn’t eat these things before,” Jen explained. I sighed in relief—Jenifer was quick to make excuses. We secretly high-fived under the table. “This is dinuguan, my favorite,” Brix said. “This one’s pares,” Liam added. “This is sisig,” Mico said. “This is afritada, menudo, and this is adobo,” Shaun explained.

Her tone reflected pride in her last statement. As Marius had hoped, we proceeded to the dining room for lunch. The spread on the table was delightful: Paksiw na Bangus, a savory Filipino dish made with milkfish marinated in vinegar, garlic, and spices, creating a delectable balance of sourness and richness. Accompanying it was Tortang Talong, an eggplant omelet, where grilled eggplants are dipped in beaten eggs and then fried to perfection. For dessert, we enjoyed Buko Pandan, a refreshing Filipino delicacy made with young coconut strips mixed with pandan-flavored gelatin, tapioca pearls, and sweetened cream.

Dahlia made it clear that she approved of the place chosen. Catataus, was a simple and cosy restaurant, with food always fresh and from various regions of the country. The self service system, with so many choices, that it was impossible to try everything. Delicacies, pasta, exotic food, Japanese, Thai, Mexican and many others. The dessert section had a multitude of things, various sweets, puddings, ice cream and cakes.