Famished after school this morning, I was able to, er, finish this for lunch:
Ah, where’s mitahara?! Felt guilty. For maybe 10 minutes. Until I saw another lady having the same-size pizza and a bowl of pasta all to herself.
If I have an option, I’d choose Filipino coffee. Plus, Figaro is vegetarian-friendly and manned by people who know very well what they are offering.