Mmmmm!

To make up for my post two days ago when I put up a picture of the interior of Rai Rai Ken but not its food, here is a meal from another Japanese restaurant. This is from Kamirori in what I call the evil gas station: Petron Square Katipunan. I call it evil not because of fuel prices but because it actually has a strip mall full of temptations. And it is conveniently on our route home from work. For us, Kamirori is the biggest draw—we have dinner there at least twice a month, especially when we're both exhausted and need a little treat. Kamirori's food has been 'Filipinized': sweeter than what is 'authentic.' But being Filipinos, we don't mind mind it much, except for a few dishes which even I find way too sweet. My regular fare is a bowl of ramen (this particular one has tempura) and a pot of green tea. My husband loves their Crazy Maki (crabstick maki lightly coated in tempura batter then quickly deep-fried and heaped with shredded crabstick mixed with Japanese mayo), agedashi tofu and grape shake. Tomorrow, I'll show you what we get for dessert—not in Kamirori, but from another store that truly makes this gas station evil.