Air Conditioned Americana in Manila

[Manila, 4/8/25]

200% American, I would take a train from Busan to Waegwan, more than three hours away, for a red, white and blue lunch as cooked by a Filipino. First time there, I had counted on gorging myself into a near coma on an infinity of Chicago hotdogs, but they could no longer be found in Waegwan. No local demand! If you have never tried one, you must be an apple pie hating terrorist who can’t wait to rape anyone who resembles Marjorie Taylor Greene! Trump is right.

Sitting in Denny’s at 6:22AM has triggered these profound reflections. All the Americanized joints inside Robinsons Place won’t be open until 10AM. Can’t say I’ll last that long. What’s up with the missing apostrophe? I’ve fallen in love with this lovely waitress’ Denny’s uniform. In it, she’s so wholesomely Americanized. Don’t ever take it off!