Review: Mang Larry's Isawan
We've all had our parents tell us not to eat streat food because it's icky and dirty and worms will establish a colony in your colon, passing on from generation to generation the story of how they discovered this new land, journeying from a kingdom far, far away, on an isaw stick.
Well, I took this advice with a bucket of salt because, come on, have you ever had grilled isaw? Chicken intestine coiled around a barbecue stick like some ghetto version of Mercury's caduceus, marinated in that orangey sauce that nobody knows what the composition is, and grilled to perfection. Mm-hmm. I can feel the hepatitis invading my body.
Just kidding, though. Mang Larry's is very clean. It has to be, given the amount of students who eat there, and can sue them anytime should there be even a whiff of food poisoning. And there are A LOT of students. Mang Larry's audience isn't limited to UP kids, even the Katipuneros (Atenistas, plus Miriam-whatever-they're-called) and strangers from all over the metro flock to UP for the oh-so-yummy innards-on-a-stick.
