November 27, 2019
My dinner at Van Gogh is Bipolar restaurant starts with a ritual
Paolo is a Fine Arts graduate from UP and he volunteers here once or twice a week.
He welcomes guests and explains what this whole dining experience is all about.
Next: Paolo cracks one egg and drops the egg white in the red glass, and puts the egg yolk in a shot glass. He sprinkles it with pink Himalayan salt, a pinch of cayenne powder, a dash of something he calls black sauce, half a teaspoon of honey, and a squeeze of kalamansi.
He then asked me to gulp this concoction. I hesitated for a few seconds but I did it anyway. split second and the yolk was gone.
The last time I ate raw egg was probably 45 years ago. When I am feeling weak and sick, my mom would crack an egg, stir it in a glass of Sarsi soft drink and make me drink it. Ayaw ko but no choice otherwise she would give me the meanest look and yell at me.
A dinner date with myself
My feet and fate probably brought me here to meet a 24-year-old artist who attempted to kill himself twice. His story in my future post.