Pangs of hunger made my stomach growl as I didn’t have much option to move, bags in tow and the nearest hole in the wall eatery, read: carinderia is still a few minutes walk away. But looking around, in one section of the derelict jeepney terminal, more of a makeshift shack, were a series of small tables and chairs and some cooked food.
I moved closer and noticed a pile of something wrapped in wilted young banana leaves. Curious, I asked. Pastil. The muslim owner told me. Not exposed to Muslim food, I got more curious as to what it is, opened one and saw that it was newly cooked rice with strips of stewed chicken on top.
Without hesitance, I ordered one plus a drink.
The taste was just good. Well cooked, well seasoned. Not too salty. The stewed chicken paired well with the rice. It was just delicious, a simple yet filling food and cheap, at just P10.