The quest for the holy barbecue.

Where is the goddamn barbecue when you need it the most?

Dianne texted me last night that she was in Yellowbuck so I went there because, like her, I've got nothing to do in the house except hear my mom rant about how her life sucks.

Anyway, after a few hours or so, she decided to foodtrip. I was offering pizza hut because it's near and I am craving for pizza hut since monday. She doesn't want pizza because she wants bbq (who passes up pizzas for bbq, it's beyond me).

We went to the BF BBQ place and saw this Taco shop. Not taco as in billiards, but taco-taco, the food. Anyway, I am so accustomed to this girl's surprisingly fast metanoias that I just said 'sure' when she said she wanted tacos, THEN BBQ. After eating this super messy Taco, as if on cue, the BBQ store closed.

It was like almost midnight so it's pure logic that shops must be closed. BUT, we still wanted BBQ! We scoured the whole Las Pinas just to find this one BBQ store that will satisfy our hungry selves. We were like going around in circles, but our attempts are futile for our choices of places that most likely has BBQ expired.

We went home empty handed.

BBQ, we will get you!