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February 1, 2025.
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Don’t worry, I have friends.
But if I leak our photos, they might actually sue me.
So here I am… surrounded by all this food… and I look like a glutton.
Ehem.
Anyway, I went to Timog for a booze run.
Vinta, though, has some of the best food and alcohol choices. The only downside? It’s too bright. I guess I need to get used to it because, after Vinta, we headed to Adrenaline Bar—a throwback to my wild yuppie drinking sprees. But, honestly, there were things I could live without.
First, the scantily clad women. Sure, I appreciate chicks, but lately, my Facebook feed has been filled with kids revealing way too much, and it’s been making me cringe.
Then, I saw a college girl barfing as she was carried off the dance floor. Not a great look.
And then there was this kid—yes, a literal kid—wearing a blazer, playing pool, and looking way too serious.
When I wore a blazer, it was for prom.
Also, who washes their clothes after a night out reeking of cigarette smoke, pulutan stains, and armpit sweat?
Back to the food. Vinta had an amazing grilled tanigue—I wanted more, but I had to pace myself. Their menu is stacked: squid, chicken, basically elevated street food. Adrenaline, on the other hand, serves your classic gimik staples—pork sisig and crispy pata. I love both, but unfortunately, crispy pata, lechon, and chicharon are just red flags for my blood pressure.
It feels like both places are extremes. I like Vinta’s ambiance, but it’s a little too safe.
Adrenaline Bar is more my scene, but I’m old enough to side-eye teenagers with questionable fashion choices and even worse alcohol tolerance.
Quatros Timog and Fin & Claw? Now those feel like my middle ground.