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Chicken From a Tent
Posted by JP
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7:21 AM
You would think that it wouldn't be good but you'd be surprised what you can find in a massive tent bazaar reminiscent of flea markets. Surprising things include: a dessert place that seems to deep fry whatever you want; some of the best chicken wings I've ever had; a hotdog that seems overloaded and dangerous even for me and your standard barbecue places.
Now I generally don't recommend leaving your house at 11:30 at night to go out spree eating. The keyword, however, is generally. Besides, I prepared, I didn't eat anything past 11:30 AM anyways. (That's 12 hours! You observant person you, give yourself a hug! Needless to say, I did it anyways. (Thanks Mike for driving. That wouldn't have been a good idea.)
Wait, I'm getting off course. Anyways! Back to the chicken.
When we arrived there, Mercato or something, I was quite surprised to see it built the way it was. In my head I was thinking more of a hole in the street diner or something where they serve good food. (No seriously someone tell me why small ass diners seem to have the best food. Really.) But anyways! I shrugged it off and just sought out the store/stand/whateveryouwanttocallit because damn I was hungry and my friend Benjamin said they were supposedly the best.
It was.
The stand was called "Manang's", and yeah it sounds kind of weird but hey what're you going to do? Good food is good food and damn that was. The menu is very limited, i.e. chicken that was either not spicy, slightly spicy or satantookashitinmymouth spicy. [Note: I have no idea about that last one, but I like assuming] Besides that, they also offered it with rice or mashed potato... Oh, and they also had pandan iced tea.
I pretty much devoured the 6 pieces with rice on the spot, so of course, I ate another one. They were indeed excellent, put as much sauce as you can, seriously. The chicken wings were crunchy and soft and the sauce is just... well, you're going to have to try it yourself.
I'm not kidding. If you're bored, go get some food. Be nice to yourself. Go out and get some chicken. From Manangs... in a tent... in Fort... at midnight. Yeah, this is really falling apart, but no go do it.
You won't regret it.
Until you go to the toilet the next morning.
[P.S Deep Fried Snickers Bars are going to be the death of me]
Now I generally don't recommend leaving your house at 11:30 at night to go out spree eating. The keyword, however, is generally. Besides, I prepared, I didn't eat anything past 11:30 AM anyways. (That's 12 hours! You observant person you, give yourself a hug! Needless to say, I did it anyways. (Thanks Mike for driving. That wouldn't have been a good idea.)
Wait, I'm getting off course. Anyways! Back to the chicken.
When we arrived there, Mercato or something, I was quite surprised to see it built the way it was. In my head I was thinking more of a hole in the street diner or something where they serve good food. (No seriously someone tell me why small ass diners seem to have the best food. Really.) But anyways! I shrugged it off and just sought out the store/stand/whateveryouwanttocallit because damn I was hungry and my friend Benjamin said they were supposedly the best.
It was.
The stand was called "Manang's", and yeah it sounds kind of weird but hey what're you going to do? Good food is good food and damn that was. The menu is very limited, i.e. chicken that was either not spicy, slightly spicy or satantookashitinmymouth spicy. [Note: I have no idea about that last one, but I like assuming] Besides that, they also offered it with rice or mashed potato... Oh, and they also had pandan iced tea.
I pretty much devoured the 6 pieces with rice on the spot, so of course, I ate another one. They were indeed excellent, put as much sauce as you can, seriously. The chicken wings were crunchy and soft and the sauce is just... well, you're going to have to try it yourself.
I'm not kidding. If you're bored, go get some food. Be nice to yourself. Go out and get some chicken. From Manangs... in a tent... in Fort... at midnight. Yeah, this is really falling apart, but no go do it.
You won't regret it.
Until you go to the toilet the next morning.
[P.S Deep Fried Snickers Bars are going to be the death of me]
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