Just the night before (snow blizzard) Nemo visited New York City, Tyler and I braved the cold and headed downtown to Jeepney, a Filipino restaurant in the East Village for our quadruple date. I had never heard anything about Jeepney before, but my friend Jessica emailed us that it was Kamayan night, which meant to eat with our hands, and that excited me.
Before I went there, I remember picturing what eating with hands meant so I imagined giant plates of food, bottles of wine, and greasy fingers. I thought it would be similar to going to an Ethiopian restaurant where you get to soak up a delicious spongy bread (injera) in different dips and dishes, which could get pretty messy, especially with me around. However, it turned out that Kamayan night was nothing compared to anything I even remotely imagined. After a long wait at the bar and tasting the best winter sangria I’ve ever had, we were finally led over to our table.
As we walked towards the back, pictures of Jesus and topless ladies welcomed us, I noticed our table standing there like a perfect piece of artwork waiting for our admiration and full attention. Just the walk towards it was like a dream. My legs moved, but I couldn’t feel them. All I could do was keep moving in its direction and gulp down whatever my mouth was salivating.
At first, I thought I was imagining things because it really looked like something out of a magical story. One minute I was starving, and the next minute, a long table to fit eight persons was covered with banana leaves, topped with decadent seafood, rice, sausages, chicken, pretty much everything that makes the mouth water and the eyes fog up with tears of happiness. My eyes didn’t even know where to look because everything was so damn beautiful. My hands didn’t even know where to touch because there was so much to choose from. My mouth didn’t know what to taste because there were so many flavors available all at once. My nose was having a party because everything smelled so damn delicious. My ears… well I stopped listening to everything around me because I was having a moment. Did I cover all of the senses? Yes, I think so.
Kamayan night at Jeepney stands at the top of one of my ultimate eating out experiences. It is the epitome of food porn. Just the idea of getting together with a group of friends who are not afraid of gettin’ dirty is just amazing. The food was definitely worth the wait, and the experience in general will always remain memorable. I love to eat at “upscale” restaurants too, where small portions are served on dishes that cost more than everything I’m wearing, and servers wear tuxedos. There is just one small problem- you can’t eat with your hands at these places can you? Can you just attack a piece of crab with your eyes closed while juice runs down your hands? Can you just devour a piece of shrimp then pinch a small portion of rice and throw that in your mouth right after? How about taking a huge bite out of a sausage with your greasy fingers? You certainly cannot do that at most restaurants, but at Jeepney you can! It was a magical and down right dirty experience, and I loved it. And yes, they give you warm towels to wipe those dirty hands of yours.
And here my friends, as I type this with drool escaping my lips, I tell you to go and try Kamayan night at Jeepney. You will thank me. Now, enjoy the photos!
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