Son of Jollibee

For those of you who follow the goings on of my life, I wanted to give an update on the Jollibee situation. Okay, really, I’m just bored and thought the act of typing might keep my mind occupied for a few minutes.

My friend and I recently decided to to give the food a shot. Considering that their menu includes such delightful desserts as creamed corn in shaved ice topped with corn flakes, how could we not? Unfortunately, after spending the better part of two hours in line, I was disappointed to discover that none of the shockingly disgusting things I’d discovered online were available at this particular restaurant. All we were left with was a mediocre interpretation of “American” food. This was quite the disappointment, as I could get a mediocre interpretation of American food by wandering into any of the eight thousand McDonald’s in this city. Furthermore, I discovered that apparently when they say “American Style,” what they mean is “drenched in mayonaise.”

There was one unusually gross item on the menu, but it didn’t pique my curiosity quite enough to merit exploration. They serve spaghetti at Jollibee, but with the wry twist of throwing hot dogs in the sauce.

But I thought it was odd that it was taking us so long to get our food, as the line wasn’t really all that long, it just wasn’t moving. Upon finally arriving at the cash register, I looked at what everyone else was ordering, and I discovered that the reason the line moved so slowly is that everyone in it but us was ordering a hundred dollars worth of fried chicken to take back to their Filipino families. To their credit, the fried chicken was alright, and not smothered in mayonnaise.
-TC