So, weirdly enough, one of the top google searches that leads international websurfers to this blog is "tita fuck porn". I don't know what that is, and I really don't need to. Anyway, I guess it closely resembles tita's kitchenette, tita pork porn, tita's food porn, etc. There. Now that I wrote all those titas, they will be clicking several links that lead to this page. How disappointing. This tita fuck porn must be excellent. I wonder if tita is a name, or it's tita as in aunt. I'm not gonna look it up though, sounds very spammy.
Anyhoo, being kind of ocd, I feel the need to post about things chronologically, when possible. So while I'd like to write about Thanksgiving, I have to write about Tita's, first.
So if you haven't heard of Tita's, you must have never have read this blog before. So if that's the case, Tita's Kitchenette is a point point joint in National City on 2720 E Plaza Blvd. which has mostly meat. Yummy, fatty rich, stewed, grilled, roasted meats. There's some fish and whatnot every once in a while, but mainly meat.
So one day, the Food Pimp was craving Tita's. I believe it was last Sunday. So we went there. Very late - noon. We were worried that it would be packed. It was, but they were replenishing the steam table, so no worries. When we walked in the back door (oh no, I hope that people googling for back door porn don't come to this page - they will be sorely disappointed. Oh no, I shouldn't have written "Back Door Porn" because now when people are googling for back door porn, they will probably come up with this page because I've now written back door porn 4 times inadvertently. Oops!)
Let's start clean. No more porn.
So we went in the side door where the ice cream freezer is. On the table to the left were stacked 4 roast pigs in boxes, ready to be picked up for catering, I assume. I would love to be going to that party!
So as we were waiting in line patiently, I daydreamed about getting a roast pig for my birthday, which is coming up next month. The FP said, so we can pick one up and the 4 of us can just gnaw on it all day. So I had a vision of me, the FP, and our two cats, Stinksy and The Fuzz lined up at a pig carcass, devouring it like lions.
So finally we got to the point where we could start to see the steam table. The fish on the end always look so good. They look crispy. But I never want to gamble on them. So I just covet them each time.
Anyhoo, I was disappointed, because I didn't see any lechon or sisig. I figured they used it all for that order. Then we moved up a few places in line. I spied it across the room. Everything went silent. Time stopped. Everyone else and everything else was a blur. There was the sisig, at the far end. A big pile. I was happy. Then time resumed.
There were about 4 people serving that day, which always makes me nervous, because someone always gets skipped. And I am always a candidate for that, because I'm me. So the guy in front of me ordered. Then there was a long break between that. We were already halfway down the steam table, and no one took my order, as I looked longingly at all the wonderful food. Then the lady behind the FP started ordering. I don't know if I said out loud or just to the FP, we haven't ordered. Then the lady behind me saw my unhappy look and realized, so she told the lady that we hadn't ordered.
So I ordered. Then somehow my food got moved ahead of the guy in front of me, because he was ordering bbq or something. So they asked if that was all. I said that the FP's food was with mine as well. He was still ordering, so this caused confusion. Finally, it was okay, and we got our food. Then there was no table. The FP said we were going to have to go home and eat, which would make for a torturous drive home. So we were filling the styrofoam containers with fish sauce and garlic vinegar and putting lids on, when the people at the table right there by the condiments left. So we got a table.
Finally I could relax and enjoy my food. But some kid was yelling. That was really pissing the FP off, which in turn irritated me. But we tried to hunker down and enjoy our filipino treat anyway.
kare kare with pork hock.
sisig x 2
Do I really have to explain the taste to you? If you read the blog you know. If you are not familiar and you are from San Diego area, then you should go experience this food firsthand.
Okay, I'll explain a little. The kare kare. It's pork hock or oxtail usually braised in a peanut sauce. They serve it with shrimp paste (bagaong), but I'm not always in the mood for that. Let me tell you. The pork fat just melts. In the mouth. Just sublime. Really. And the flesh was delicious as well. And the sauce, just peanutty enough, but not too much. And the veggies were not cooked to death.
The sinigang. It's really all about the broth. Sour, but not overly sour. Just pleasingly satisfying. One of the ultimate comfort soups whether you've had it before or not. The green bean and beef is really secondary, although good. The beef was very tender, but, it just is a flavoring for the broth, really. You almost want more broth and less stuff. Really. That's how good it is!
The sisig. Well, we both got it. It tastes kinda like ceviche with roast pork. It's just wonderful. When it's just made, the pork fat is still crunchy delicious goodness. Don't get me wrong, if you eat it as leftovers, it's still delish. If you want to make someone fall in love with you, make them some sisig. If that doesn't do the trick, then you don't want them anyway.
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