San Francisco: land of the localvore, organic food and Alice fucking Waters. For a city of only 49 square miles, San Francisco loves its high-class restaurants and eateries, so it’s a case of awkward turtles as popular San Francisco blog SFist gives their review of Filipino fast food joint, Jollibee.
And yes, the SFist review is probably how you think it will turn out: “Overall, we didn’t care for the fare at Jollibee; we probably won’t return. However, our dissatisfaction has less to do with our refined palate and more to do with our lack of indoctrination.” Actually, that’s pretty accurate — Jollibee isn’t so much cuisine as much as a place that conjures up memories from home, and without context, Jollibee spaghetti is just too-sweet spaghetti with hot dogs in it. But coming from the same blog where a different blogger thought Lapu Lapu was a silly name for a San Francisco street or that parols were “some kind of cute Xmas ornament,” we’re just glad the blog entries didn’t have any statements like, “for a restaurant where everyone looked Hawaiian, they didn’t serve poi. I’m confused.”
(Flickr photo credit: Steven Damron. Hat tip: Laura O.)
