“I’m craving for Tapsilog.” (Remember Filipino breakfast math? Tapsilog = tapa / cured beef + sinangag / garlic fried rice + itlog / egg)
It was around 2AM when the craving crept into my taste buds and gurgling tummy. The Husband and I used to have a trusty go-to for tapsilog at ungodly hours, but, here in Dubai, at this hour, there was nowhere to have a quick tapsilog fix.
“Let’s go get some tapa from West Zone.” he heard my Filipino breakfast craving loud and clear; but I, for some delirious reason, declined his generous offer for a tapa run. I thought the longing for salty, vinegary, garlicky tender yet crispy beef strips with steaming hot garlic fried rice topped with a sunny-side up egg would go away in my slumber.
I was dead wrong. So wrong. You know that feeling that nothing else would ever satisfy you? This was so it.










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