After a battle, warriors of old would sit around a campfire to tell stories. This practice — which no true warrior ever missed — had many functions, learning being one, and a good-humored bragging another. I say good humored because one can’t really brag in front of peers who can see through one’s lies and tricks.
Zoom, Microsoft Teams and other apps kept us connected during the Covid pandemic of 2020-2022. Where we could, we stayed in touch through get-togethers, sit-downs, and of course, around the dinner table.
Early in the lockdown of April 2020 I went on a brown bag date with one of my best friends, M.. We took our lunch on some bench outside a closed restaurant, overlooking the Marikina Valley, the mountain skyline in the foreground, sky in the back, a perfect blue the likes of which I have never seen and probably never will again with the return of cars. There were no people, just us and one security guard. M. told me about her plans for graduate school and how she was trying to keep her business afloat. I told her about how I ran my team by remote. Within a few weeks of that she left for the UK to pursue graduate studies.
By November of 2022 countries were opened again. All Covid-related restrictions had been removed, especially in the UK. I visited the University of Reading. I had dinner with my friend at Pulia, an Italian restaurant on Stoney Street. She had gotten her MS degree and was working for a marketing firm dealing in foodstuff. “Speaking of marketing”, I said, “You know there’s a Jollibee in Reading? And it’s on Broad Street. But I don’t think I’ll go there; I mean, coming all the way to England.”
Jollibee is like McDonald’s, only bigger, in the Philippines. And Broad Street, Reading, is where all the top shops are in that city. One of the most well known Philippine multinationals had arrived. And I wasn’t going to dine in it.
“You should try it,” she said. “It’s not the same as in the Philippines. Chicken standards in the UK are very strict.”
Well, I thought that in general there were only two kinds of restaurants in the Philippines: yung masarap o yung malinis, those that taste good, and those that are clean. M. was telling me that Jollibee was not just clean, it was UK-clean.
After Pulia we went to Borough Market, and after a wonderful time winding around the tight, talkative, unmasked crowd to sample mulled cider, I returned to Reading. The next day, Sunday, I went to Jollibee.
Immediately I knew it was good: there was a line at the automated teller; Q. and I were lucky to find a table. At my turn, I selected Chickenjoy, spicy. If you’re not familiar with fowl, this is what the species looks like:

Nearly every Filipino knows Chickenjoy, so much that when supply was interrupted by supply chain problems in 2014, management had to publicly apologize for the “Chickensad” incident. Non-filipinos, well, check Youtube, e.g., People Trying Chickenjoy for the First Time, etc.
This is not an ad: I don’t usually choose Jollibee. But since I did this time, I found it wasn’t that different from what I recall of the original version. It did not at all disappoint.
In fact, I prefer Tortilla, Reading, as possibly one of the best Mexican restaurants ever. Which I will remember as being the one close to Jollibee.
They say that we tend to link everything we experience at the moment with whatever strong emotion at the time, whether the experience caused the emotion or not. Hence, hearing familiar and strange voices, smelling Jollibee’s air, and tasting mulled alcohol with good friends who have touched our lives — these are all linked.
I’m so glad we’re back.
