I’m not a fan of having oranges in my meat. Desserts, maybe, but not my meat. Come to think of it, I’m not exactly a fan of orange altogether. Nope, not even orange juice.
So you can imagine my reluctance last night when I realized that the event I was going to—the event I already RSVP’d “yes” to—was an ORANGE event. Meh. But I went anyway. After all, I don’t exactly hate oranges, and, let’s face it: I LOVE FOOD.
So off to Chowking Rizal Drive, I went. Continue reading