
Delayed post from 11/04: Struck down by a fever, I decided to forego the usual approach of staying in bed all day. I took a walk to sweat the fever out. 10 minutes into my journey to wellness, I stopped at a neighborhood Chinese restaurant (Pat Mei Tea House on Carnival Park) and was delighted to find that that they had that classic pinnacle of Chinese comfort food: maki!
I decided to try their maki mi, basically maki with noodles, instead of just maki. It was a decision that I came to regret. The mami-type noodles that they added to the rich, viscuous soup did not add the 20 pesos of marginal utility that I paid for. (If the add-on sounds cheap, consider that the soup alone only went for 80 pesos. 25% is big by any standards.)
The maki soup itself was nowhere near the league of that heavenly maki that I had in Binondo on my Chinatown-tour-turned-walking-buffet. (There's a reason why people go to Chinatown to eat.) The soup was a bit too thin for my taste, and I'm pretty sure they used more soy or fish sauce then they ought to.
All things considered (including my weakened condition), the maki really hit the spot. At the very least, it saved me from the sudden downpour that would have soaked me had my ginormous measure of flesh not been too weak to resist the call of intriguing food.
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