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Once upon a time, there was a bunch of officemates who found some things in common: humor, food, clothes, food, movies, food, sports, food, games, food, and more food. The story of how the name came to be is an inside joke, but the name became something we associated ourselves with and resulted in roll-call of the members when we get together.

[L-R] Sarah, Dessa, Gay, Harry, Francis, Gen. The honorary members could not make it to this occasion. :-) And what's the occasion? Just a night to go out and dine together.

I've had Mongolian Barbecue a couple of times already but I haven't acquired the taste. It's where you get to dump all sorts of veggies onto your bowl, your choice of meat (pork, beef, chicken, or shrimp), then you are asked if you want it spicy, sweet, etc. and they put in the spice to make it so then they cook everything up. You can come back for a number of times.

The first time I tried it in Baguio, my food came out salty. The next ones (I think I returned thrice) came out just fine. But not savoury delicious. Here's Francis taking his bowl (with Harry, also an officemate. I chose to get my lunch elsewhere). They only got one bowl each, but it's brimming I thought they would not finish it. I was wrong.