A Breakfast of Fluffy Pancakes and Gay Zombies
It all started with a Facebook post, where I wrote, “Fighting the urge to wake Anthony up and bug him for an impromptu Banapple breakfast… Should I or should I not? Lol!”
Mind you, it was only 6 am of Sunday, but after realizing that my craving had snowballed exponentially in a matter of minutes as more and more friends responded in the affirmative, I knew I simply had to do it. So off I went to wake up poor little Anthony who, at that very moment, I found fully curled up under the sheets, appearing to me like a delicate newborn infant (or an Egyptian mummy, depending on which side of the bed you were viewing him from).
Oh, and by the way, speaking of corpses, after breakfast, the gang (meaning Anthony and myself) headed over to Megamall to finally catch a showing of the much-talked about indie horror-comedy film, Zombadings (Gay Zombies). It was certainly a bonus treat for me specifically, as the movie had gotten a lot of hype and I had been wanting to see it for a few weeks now.
Proof that wishes do come true, I was in high spirits as we got to Banapple in Greenhills, while Anthony silently grappled with the all-important question of why he was up so early on a Sunday morning. Hahaha!
Eureka! This is the first time I really observed the Banapple logo, which brilliantly represents BOTH a banana AND an apple.
With only one other table of diners in the restaurant, I took the liberty of checking out the different marble tabletops and chose this one to be my favorite. Lovin' the florelaine action!
Across the table, Anthony was clearly not yet in the mood for a snapshot (which I naughtily took anyway)…
… So I decided to have a little fun shooting his sugar packets which, instead of dishing out one's daily fortune, barked orders fit for cadets in military training.
It didn't take long before I was instructed to return those same sugar packets to their rightful (sleepy) owner.
Those of you who've been following the blog know by now that I love reading restaurant placemats. Here, I am intrigued by the phrase, "My Cherry Pink Crush."
I resisted the urge to get my favorite bangus belly (milkfish) with rice and decided to go with a healthier Asian salad instead.
I've heard people say that you are what you eat. I guess that makes me crispy, tangy, and refreshing?
These fried wontons are so crispy that Anthony swears he can hear me munching on them from across the table.
This was my first official bite for the morning, which I lovingly dedicate to the 15-or-so friends who encouraged me to wake up Anthony that morning. You guys are da best! Hahaha!
You know you've been playing way too much Angry Birds when your container of cream starts looking like one.
I realized that in all our pancake breakfasts, there will always be one or two pictures of Anthony poking his pancakes. "For fluffiness," he defends.
The blueberry jam appeared to be crawling up Anthony's pancakes, reminding me of the slug scene in Stand By Me.
Is it just me, or is Anthony's version of "bite-sized" twice the size of the average diner?
Banapple never disappoints with the sizes of their servings, as pointed out by Anthony and his fellow lumberjacks.
As you know, it is a tradition for me to build one perfect bite per meal. Happy to report that I managed to stuff the entire thing — though with some difficulty –in my mouth as soon as Anthony snapped the picture.
The little in the girl in the next table was watching me work this wonton, which, by the way, reminded me of Big Bird.
As we waited for our check to arrive, Anthony and I played a game where we chose our favorite words on the paper placemat. Anthony chose Crinkles…
… While I chose Shoofly, which reminded me of a song we learned in music class in Xavier where we sang, "Shoo fly, don't bother me coz I belong to somebody!"
Presenting my new bracelets, which I wore for the first time, providing my outfit with a much-needed hint o' color.
After breakfast, I was quivering with delight as we headed to Megamall to catch the first showing of Zombadings at 12:40 pm.
Since we had an hour to spare before the movie started, we walked into the department store, where I fit this shirt to get me in a Zombie state of mind. I didn't buy it, of course. I just thought it would be good for the photo op.
It's not a shirt I would normally wear, but the impulsive shopper in me almost had me making an unexpected purchase.
Still killing time, I savored every sip of my sweet soy latte, my second cup of joe for the day.
We dropped by Powerbooks, where I literally gasped out loud when I realized that the October issue of Vanity Fair had just hit the stands. With Angelina on the cover, this one was a sure buy for me.
Even without any words being spoken, Anthony knew at a glance that I was about to ask him to take some pictures of me with Miss Angelina.
Okay, everyone! Time to play spot the difference. (Hint: I'm the one with the glasses)
Anthony shows his purchase for the day — A WHOLE BUNCH OF SOCKS — which will surely keep both his ankles warm and toasty this holiday season.
Don't ask me why I defaulted to giving my toughest Pacquiao impression, but I guess I'm just awkward that way.
Show me a movie with gay zombies and mile-high leg kicks, and I'm on board!
Anthony took his seat and was immediately terrified by the movie. And that was just the poster!
As for ratings, I gave Zombadings a 7.5 out of 10, while Anthony gave it a 6, possibly bumping it up to a 7, if subtitles were provided. Overall, the characters were endearing, though the plot left a couple of things unturned. A fun, good time nevertheless!
Happy Monday, everyone! Now how about some Angry Birds before starting the work day…? (Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Hahaha!)