Styro-full of fast-food junk

Today I ate a late lunch at Jollibee in Pasay. I ordered their Super Meal, rewarding myself with a feast of palabok, sauted corn bits with carrots, crispy chicken strips, rice, and fruit salad.

It did look delicious in its big styro, but my palate disagreed otherwise. It tasted like hospital food, save for the rice which I guess can't be faked. I wanted to complain and return the food, but then seeing the long queue of customers, with all their service crews looking all-so-ready-to-help in their catchy spiels and co-crew call-outs 'assist, please' I thought twice. I might get the stares and 'ang arte naman' comments I didn't want to waste my time and energy.

Really, I wanted to eat like the French--graciously enjoying every bite, savoring all the combined flavors--but I guess when you're left with no choice but to eat at a fast-food joint, you can't do anything but eat fast--and forget about dining pleasure. I'm sure they'd (the fast-food empire) say we cater to the 'masa.'

Well, anyone can be 'masa' but that doesn't mean when we're hungry and in a hurry, we'll get our poor stomach full of junk.