When Two Worlds Meet @ the Pizza Corner

I am basically spending most of my time at work with foreign nationals.  But my constant companions for my current assignment are two Indians.  We easily adjusted with each other’s accents, points of view, and other things except for one thing.  One of the main reasons why inter-racial marriage is not encouraged in their part is the major adjustment for food. 

Whenever we are in the Emirates’ capital city, dining out is no much problem for us.  Usually they dine together in the Indian restaurants nearby.  Moreso, there are many Filipino food hubs aside from the popular global fastfood chains around.  I usually meet up with other friends (who also moved here for work and some to settle for good) for lunch.  Until we went for a three-day assignment in Dubai.  Good thing that we were coming back home daily.

On our first day, the three of us went out for lunch altogether, for the first time.  It took us almost an hour to finally decide where to dine.  Well, there was no Indian nor Filipino restaurants nearby.  So we unconciously took long walks, roaming around only to find mostly Iranian and Arabian food.  Until we passed a street that offers oriental food.  It was a yipeeee moment… I so thought. We all agreed for a chinese restaurant.  But the problem didn’t end soon.  They are both vegetarians AND they both hate seafoods.  OMG!  So we inquired from three oriental restaurants about purely veggies offer and they don’t have except for the soup.  Another consideration was that there must be no other diners eating seafoods at the moment cause they find it too smelly and cannot tolerate it.

The more that I realized that Filipinos are more adaptable to any form of change/adjustment.  If only there was an Indian food, we could have grabbed it right away and I will bear the helly spices.  After more walks, we ended up at Pizza Corner (literally situated at the corner).  So they ordered a vegetarian pizza (specially prepared for them).  While I had to be very careful with my order. Seafoods pasta is one of my all-time favorites and I immediately declined the craving.  I kindheartedly chose carbonara with mushrooms and chicken.  One of them tasted it while the other one obviously didn’t even thought about trying it.  They offered me slices of the vegetarian pizza.  But my tongue chickened after seeing all those spices being spread on top, and suddenly it became a red pizza after they poured in tabasco pepper sauce all over.

The next two days and I had my packed lunch.  They went out settling for the vegetarian burgers.