Monday, March 10, 2008
It is that time of the month
Wifey has "estrogen issues"
It's like a rite of passage for me every 30 days
An obstacle course
I become her emotional punching bag
A venting mechanism for pent-up pressure
I am a moving target skillfully dodging flying books, cups, saucer and cabinets
Everything is my fault (including global warming),
I am just incidentally in the room -much like wallpaper or furniture
It is colder than Siberia in the bedroom
And warmer than hell at the dinner table
A monster lurks ...
She is here
She's coming this way
Maaaaaaan - I need a drink
I need to hide and lick my wounds
Hidden in the shadows of P. Burgos St. in Makati
A block away from the red lighted honky tonk habitues of some of my skirted friends
Is -believe it or not - a traditional English-style pub
A nice, cozy corner of sanity on a street better known for its carnal insanity
As if an anti-thesis to the red-light row down the street, The Woodman's Head is bathed in green light
Inside is a happy pub area complete with Brits enjoying themselves in their proprietary watering hole.
Brewed beer or "ale" is available
(though I eventually gravitated to my staple- San Mig Light)
Pub grub -bangers and mash, fish and chips, kidney pie, Cornish pastries and much more ...
A sausage platter got me going
But when I saw their "special" - Irish stew - written on the menu board
I knew I just had to try their version of this Irish comfort food
Lamb, potatos, onions, parsley and carrots in a soupish mix (I had expected it to be a little thicker or "stew"ish)
It had cabbage (more often seen in the Norwegian interpretation)
But -it was pipin' hot and tasty
Tasty enough to serve as a soothing balm to my seething and wounded pride
Good enough to make me forget the hormonal war zone at home ...
Methinks I might be hiding here regularly
Look for me
I will be the wet rag drowning in ale
Singing drunken songs with the other chaps
Havin' a jolly good time.
Ta ta for now
The Woodman's Head - Fine Ales and Pub Food
5045 P. Burgos St.