enough of banapple.

They went to Banapple again, for the nth time. They wanted to eat the same pasta dish on the menu, the same cake on display, the same food all over again, for the nth time. I think.

I’ve been there twice. I think I can afford to not visit again for the next couple of weeks or maybe for the next month. Not that the food sucks. I bet you’ll love their menu. And their cakes are just heavenly. I swear. It’s their pasta dishes that I’m getting sick of.

A friend said, “Maybe because you haven’t tried all of them.” But I think I don’t need to try everything to conclude that that taste of sautéed onion and/or garlic that lingers on my tongue makes me decide to skip pasta every visit. The only pasta dish that doesn’t leave that taste is their lasagna. For an obvious reason, it is tomato based. The sweet and sour taste dominates.

I wish they’d find a new place to hang out and eat. I wish that new place serves little, if not zero, Italian food. My body is developing an aversion for food that tastes that way. Let’s go to Banapple for the cakes. Of course I can always order sandwiches, but I can make my own sandwich at home. Thank you very much. Enough pasta, please.

I’m positive. This fad will die…soon.