It happens sometimes that I'm commuting the stretch of Cubao and Shaw, and especially now with only eight trains running, the ride takes a good chunk out of me and I need a little pep in your step, so I head down a floor to the food court to get me a cup of Fruitas.
I've bought nothing else at this food court (other than a Jamaican Beef Pattie) and I won't need anything else, really, because a fruit shake is all I really need. And Fruitas does away with all the pretense and exorbitant price by just offering you your choice of fruit, ice, and simply syrup (hold the milk, please!) in a glass, all enough to give you a little mirth in this mad world.
I'm not sure if it's the rapport we have built with my having bought almost the same green mango shake every time I go here, but the lady here is pretty nice, smiley, and cheeky, all good traits you'd want when being handed your fruit shake. Sometimes I come by and she's off somewhere doing something else, but she always comes back and it's worth the wait (if they have green mangoes, that is).
I'll have to learn ate's name at some point. Next time! read more