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Ok fine, it's valentine's day!

If not for the menu of poetry and food being served up at the Cafe by the Ruins on Valentine's Day/Night, I would totally boycott VD for all the obvious reasons: it's a hallmark greeting card holiday, it's the wrong definition of 'romance', everybody just wants to get laid but won't say it upfront and won't do it safely, roses are loaded with toxic chemicals, and there's more but before I get carried away on an anti-VD rant, check out the Cafe's passion-filled menu for the evening:

Poet's Dinner

Thai Soup with Rice Wine
Pandan Chicken with Turmeric Rice
Shrimp Sotanghon Salad
or Green and yellow Mango salad with fish

For vegetarians:
Vegetable Quiche
Organic Greens Salad
Squash Flower and Baby Corn Tempura

Photo by Rudi Tabora

DESSERT: Cream of Hearts or Chocolate-covered strawberries!!!

Poems on Presence and Absence will be read by members of the Baguio Writers Group and Ubbog. Then we will have an open mic session and possibly the first ever public poetry slam to be held in Baguio! A theme for the night will be announced. Anybody and everybody may scribble their own verses and read them aloud. The winner will be picked by audience response. The louder the screams, the better! The price is a gift certificate from the Cafe by the Ruins. Paintings by our multi-talented BWG members will also be auctioned off.

Comments

resty said…
Happy Valentine's Padma!
Anonymous said…
I never realized how many people actually celebrate VD. I almost could not make it to Baguio because the buses were packed with people going there to celebrate VD. I am amazed (and annoyed that I had to be a chance passenger who sat on the back seat of the bus).

The chocolate dip of the strawberries had mint!

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