My companion brought home four regular bola-bola siopao from Chowking Araneta Square (Monumento) last night. After we consumed three, I took out the last one from the plastic bag. It felt weird.
On the outside, the siopao looked like your typical, innocent meat bun.
But it was just a wolf in sheep's clothing.
A cup of steamed rice posing as a siopao. Shame on you!
|this extra rice is nothing but a second-rate, trying-hard copycat!|