We ate at SamboKojin West Avenue last night. It was a treat from my brother and we wanted my grandmother and tita to experience it as well.
As we were waiting for the bill, a certain waiter caught my attention. He was holding a tray of soup with the grace of a figure skater and with the devotion of a saint. I do not know if my mind was just playing tricks on me or if it was just the amount of food I’ve consumed, but it was truly amazing. My eyes were on him the entire time.
I was a spectator in a circus waiting for another act that would take my breath away. It wasn’t anything romantic or transcendental. But at that moment I wanted to know his name, his face I have already committed to memory.
I was not able to get his name. But I guess I have a reason to eat there again.
Maybe it was romantic. Or maybe it was not.
I leave it to fate.