WE WERE squeezing in a quick light dinner after a graduation and an evening meeting. Squeeze in, really, and so there was just me and Miggy again, who happens to be the easiest to drag along. (Friends are getting more stuck in their work, they are very difficult to yank off at a moment’s notice).
The destination was pre-set, as our curiosity had already been sparked by this new place in Deng’s neighborhood – Crazy Wraps.
Crazy Wraps is a deli type of food place tucked at a tiny corner of Tiresmart building along Tiongko Avenue at the corner of Araullo Street (better described as the last corner along Tiongko before City High, if we were to abide by the Dabawenyo’s habit of not memorizing street names).
It’s quirky, all right. The first that you will notice are the mismatched chairs and couches.
The waitress approaches and hands us a menu….
“Where are your wraps?” I asked, because the menu only lists down “meals,” that are good for two to three people, no wraps. “Ay, ma’am, doon po sa counter,” she said.
She meant the menu posted overhead at the counter.
So, we went there, Miggy and I, to check on the wraps.
Being a pescatarian, Miggy only had one choice, the seafood wrap.
I chose the beef because I really don’t like chicken nowadays (except Shakey’s chick ‘n chips and KFC’s hot and spicy), and the other choice was pork.
You have three choices of wraps, but I forgot what they were since the attendant said they only have the chapatti for that night. And so, we got the chapatti for our wraps.
As we were pondering on what other add-ons we can order, the young counter attendant butted in, “Excuse me, sir (she mistakenly addressed Miggy although Miggy doesn’t mind), nagde-deliver po ba kayo ng lettuce?”
We were caught unaware by that. It took me a second or two to say, “Yes, siya yun!” and left Miggy mumbling, “Mukha na ba akong lettuce?” FYI, Miggy’s an organic farmer.
The counter attendant asked for Miggy’s number and also asked if they can just call in their orders. Definitely yes, although we were still a little dazed by how things turned around in front of that counter where the attendant is now asking my companion if they can order lettuce.
We still managed to get our wits together and order cheese flavored French fries and Greek Salad to go with our wraps.
The seafood wrap was very good. But the beef had this awful very sweet white sauce in it. It practically wiped out the taste of the beef and the greens. I still couldn’t get over the taste of that sauce, or whatever it was. It was like eating icing with your beef. Not the best experience. I swear.
As if to make up for it, the Greek salad’s dressing was good. It had the distinct taste of… burong mangga. I’m not sure what it was, since they just put in some dribbles of it, but it really tasted like burong mangga and sent my culinary imagination running wild, all set to try something at home. The serving size, however, was a bit too small for P155, considering that all it had were greens and some julienne slices of carrots and a tiny sprinkle of parmesan. I still liked the dressing.
The fries were so-so. Fried potatoes with cheese flavored powder, the stuff you nibble on when you’re not doing anything.
They have more in their menu, but there were just two of us and we promised ourselves a very light meal, and… I was already late for a meeting. Tough life.
The place looks okay to hang out in, quiet, clean, and with ready food to choose from. Just one request to the Crazy Wraps management though: Please, do something about that super-sweet sauce; wraps, after all are associated with healthy eating. Sugar isn’t.