Oh Tropical Hut. How is it that seemingly everything else in Greenhills, in the whole Metro, has seemed to change over the decades yet you haven't? You've stubbornly held to your roots and classic 60's fast food vibe. It's frankly quite impressive. Don't you believe in interior designers?
But please don't ever, ever change. It's exactly that simple, cheesy old-school atmosphere that gives you so much appeal. It's the ugly green accent, those retro circular stools, your horribly designed mascot that make your burgers meatier, your spring chicken juicier, your sodas sweeter and your daing na bangus bangus-ier.
Go, teach all these new, hip fusion restaurants and craft coffee bars and buttermilk chicken joints how it's done. How to keep a devil-may-care, don't follow no rules to life. How to make the most mundane burger and keep it cravable with sheer chutzpah. How to make juicy chicken and pair it not with truffle aglio olio but banana catsup. Keep on being Tropical Hut, because we need it. read more