Satisfied Crave


Okay. First of all, I would like to remind you people that this isn’t a review blog. If you’re looking for in-depth reviews of the places that I’ve been to or I will be posting here, well I’m sorry to tell you but you came to the wrong blog. I suggest that you make a more thorough research. To inform you, this blog only contains entries about nearly nothing else but stories about the rarity of my days of “adventures” in the outside world as a detained hospital doctor. Please be guided accordingly.

Sunday night. Fourth month of clinical clerkship. It’s the second consecutive month that I am enjoying weekends. A couple of weeks from now, I will be back in disorientation on how weekends actually feel like.

It was already dark when we came out from the church. During these months, one can witness the metropolitan night sky engulf the day as early as 6 o’clock in the evening. I never noticed that it was just a few minutes past six. All I thought was it is about to turn eight. We cruised along the wide roads in Ortigas where we used to go before. “It feels like it’s been years since I last went here.” I said. In all honesty, I disliked going to places that would remind me of the good, happy life before. But because I insisted to bring mother to a sushi place that I’ve been wanting to try since last year, it left me no choice.

We arrived at the place just about 20 minutes after leaving the church. Immediately, we approached the elevator and proceeded to the second floor. As we entered Genki, we were ushered to a table with empty seats just near the corner glass pane. Dining in pairs or maybe a smaller group of three or four has it obvious perks.

Installed beside us was a tablet, strategically located just above what seems to be a “track” configured in two levels. One on top, and another below. It was held securely by metallic arm which one can flex and swivel to their field of vision. Posted on the walls of the tracks were photos of the food on their menu.

We started browsing the tablet for their menu and prices. Then, one by one, we began to place our orders.


The yellow light beside us started to blink and make an alarming noise. That would notify every customer that a car is incoming and that no body part or any article should be placed near or on the tracks. Only a few minutes have passed when our orders started arriving aboard a car that ran through the “tracks” that sat beside us.








“The experience was one of a kind.” These words came from my mother who apparently had fun dining at a Japanese sushi chain that serves their food via conveyor belts and cars. For me, it’s not the best sushi in the metro but it deserves to be revisited over and over and over again. “Kaya pala gustung-gusto mo i-try ‘to dati pa, ha?” (“So this is why you’re so eager to try this place even before, huh?” She said. Mother, you should always trust my instincts. Some may be peculiar but I guarantee you that it’ll always be awesome.


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