Monday, January 14, 2008

Khas Food House


[Centennial Lights and The Oblation]


The University of the Philippines kicked off its year-long centennial celebrations on January 8, 2008 at the Diliman campus, with a series of symbolism-packed events. The landing of skydivers, sounding of tambuli, a 100-man torch relay passing the centennial flame and lighting of the centennial cauldron, a 100-gun salute and tolling of the Carillon bells, the emotional assembly singing of UP Naming Mahal, a concert showcasing UP's famous talents, and fireworks display - all were held around the academic oval and in front of the administrative building - never far from UP's symbol The Oblation, which stands for the unending search for freedom and truth in knowledge.


[Centennial Cauldron]

Of course, as much as the trip back with friends to the campus were for sentimental and celebratory reasons, part of these reasons is the chance to once again partake of student food. I'm sure nobody ever goes back to eat dormitory food again in Kalayaan, or Molave, or Ilang-Ilang, but campus food means the whole gamut of streetfood to SC offerings to fresh, home-baked breads to the new, classy restaurants that survived the years.

The night meant a late dinner for revelers, as all the celebratory events ended at about 10PM. I had the sense to heed the call of a bike's horn behind me as the torch-bearers' names were announced (distinguished alumni, university officials, the topnotcher of the UP IS elementary graduating class, and a 100-year old alumnus). Monay being vended on a bike by a manong along the University Avenue was not surprising - what surprised me was that he had pre-packed single slices of cheese, and individual servings of peanut butter in small cups with a small spoon to go with the warm bread.

That was a blessing that sustained me and my companions through the cool evening, since all campus eateries were packed and service was at a crawl. This meant most celebrators opted to eat inside the campus, even though it meant walking blocks and blocks to get to the area where most food joints were located, since parking was restricted to the backstreets, and the academic oval was of course closed to traffic.

Our first choice was The Chocolate Kiss, it being the nearest at the Alumni Hall, but it was logically SRO. Chateau Verde was having problems serving all of its customers, so we ended up at Khas Food House.


[Sizzling Kebabs]

Khas, which used to be called Cititop, but which we've been calling Pakistani ever since it opened (in our generalization mode, and because in my time there were a lot of Pakistani students - again, they were not really all from Pakistan, but we tended to lump them all together). It should not have been our last choice (we decided early on that Rodic's would be impossible, given its few tables), considering the service and specialties, but we wanted a more "classy" ambience and experience, given that a centennial is a cause for grand celebration.

But Khas was actually perfect for the event. Besides the usual prompt service and the consistently good food, the exotic rich taste of its cuisine represents the path towards which UP intends to go for the next hundred years.

We had Sizzling Kebabs - two thick beef patties piled with crunchy vegetables and drizzled with spice-rich sauce, served bubbling that the sizzling was so loud on the hot plate, leaving a comet's trail of smoke all through the eatery.


[Jambalaya]

The kebabs went perfectly well with Jambalaya, which was so flavorful that it was good on its own. We were so hungry, and the pair was so good that we ordered seconds. The second order of kebab was declared the last order of the dish for the night because, unlike the other dishes, it takes a long time to cook, and by that time it was nearing midnight (Khas closes at 12MN).


[Cititop Fiesta]

Khas has been feeding UP denizens for about 14 years now. I was introduced to it by a Muslim classmate when I was doing graduate studies at the university. It occupied the "garden" inside the UP Arcade, beside the swimming pool, and it filled up the gap left by the closed cafe once operated by the now defunct UP Food Service.

That it is patronized by Muslims is logical - the food is described as Persian (mostly), almost every dish has a vegetarian equivalent, and everything is halal. Filipino and foreigner Muslims patronize the eatery, but other diners regardless of religious or ethno-linguistic affiliations also occupy about half of the tables.

The eatery was open air, the floor mud-packed, the kitchen was separated from the main dining area by a low wooden wall, which was tacked with white cartolinas covered in plastic, on which the menu was written.

This menu never changed - but now there are laminated menus on folders with photos of the dishes and brief descriptions of each. When I first ate there my classmate recommended either the Chicken Garlic(or beef, squid or all-vegetable) or Chicken Topping (again, it could be beef, squid or all-vegetable), the two bestsellers. They also contain the least spices, so they are the perfect introduction to Khas' cuisine.

For years I could not pull myself away from these two. Chicken Garlic was sauteed with garlic, cabbage and spices, while the topping had chopped Baguio beans (long green beans) and spices. They tasted like nothing else in any restaurant I went to or what I could cook at home. But a big part of the reason I could not veer away from them is the fact that the rest of the menu was unfamiliar territory - I didn't have the guts to try Hajj Burning Lips or That's Not What You Think, or the popular Keema, by myself.

But I couldn't contain the addiction to myself. Gradually I introduced several circles of friends to Khas, and after their first heady taste of Topping and Garlic we became more adventurous and tried other dishes. It helped that the waitresses are more than willing to describe, though not amply, each dish.

The safest way to venture to the other dishes is to order the Cititop fiesta, which is a sampler of four dishes - Beef Garlic, Keema, curried vegetables and chicken lollipops (bland). After experiencing the rich spices and realizing that they are tolerable, you are ready for the others.

But the next best thing to Garlic and Topping is the Safari (beef, chicken, squid, vegetable), which is basically Garlic ingredients folded in scrambled eggs. If you happen to be ravenous (like me most of the time when I get to Khas late in the morning, when I intentionally eat no breakfast so I could sample more dishes), try the Double Decker, which is Safari that is twice the serving size.


[Bradi Platter]

But lately I've discovered that the Bradi platter doesn't contain any spice, but is enriched with the flavors of its ingredients that are half-cooked so that every bite is a crunchful - chicken, squid and shrimp with slices of bell pepers, young corn, mushrooms, carrots, tomatoes, onions and celery, simply sauteed.



[Keema with Squid]

The popular Keema is ground beef simmered until dry with tomato sauce, ginger and spices. It can be ordered with squid or chicken slices, and it is best eaten with steamed plain rice.

The beef dishes at Khas use ground beef, always cooked well-done. This may be one of the eatery's strategies of keeping the prices of beef dishes down, but I think that it is also the best way for the meat to absorb all those spices that it always comes out so full of flavor.

The dishes have remained practically the same - in taste, serving amount and price, over more than a decade, but the place has evolved, albeit gradually. There is now a sort of canopy so diners could enjoy the food even during the rainy season. It's funny, though, that an aluminum water gutter now runs along the ceiling, and small fruits from the trees which rise way above the canopy produce small explosions like sporadic high-powered gunfire when falling. Perhaps in keeping with the Arabian ambience?

The floor and tabletops have also been tiled, in bright colors, and some wind chimes and water fountains counter the din in the kitchen. The expansion that can be accommodated is a couple of tables toward the entrance, but the service is always prompt, dishes take only a minute to cook, so table turnover is quick.


[Zetheska]

The equivalent of the hugely popular shawarma is Zetheska, pita-wrapped beef, cabbage, cucumber and onion slices with mayonnaise and a hot sauce.



[Spinach and Potato Topping]



Khas Food House
UP Arcade*
UP Diliman Campus
Quezon City
Open 730AM - 12MN, Mon-Sun
Cash only


* between the Church of the Holy Sacrifice and Ilang-Ilang Residence Hall, on the vacant lot at the back of the College of Law

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Sunday, January 06, 2008

Patola Blooms


The community in which we live has been ablaze with lights since December 14, when there was a lighting ceremony with the padres de familias along with their spouses, that had been preceded by the kids' Christmas party.

The decor is a sight to behold, very festive with a myriad of lights and a huge star shining down atop a tower. But lights are only good in the evenings, the enjoyment lasting only a few hours.

During the daytime, though, the entire place is alight with a different kind of decoration - golden, ethereal, not as brazen as the blaze of light at night, but as profuse, and the impact is the same, or even more forceful.

For at first sunlight the whole neighborhood is already afire with yellow blooms that had started sprouting merely a week before the lighting ceremony. Every backyard, frontyard, sidewalk and lower areas of every building, and virtually any patch of soil in between, is covered with leafy vines on which golden floral bells reign, tolling the countdown to Christmas.

It is my first time to see patola (sponge gourd) flowers on the plant, and it seems a blessing to witness them in full, profuse bloom. At first I thought they were bulaklak ng kalabasa (squash flowers), and I had asked the househelp one morning to pick some at the nearest crawling tendril for that day's lunch.

Well it turns out patola blooms are not edible, so the flowers were allowed to bloom, greeting attendees to the Misa De Gallo each dawn up to Christmas, and providing constant, live golden fireworks the whole of New Year's day.


I'm sure the backyard trellises sporting the yellowbell lookalikes had been intentionally planted, but I doubt the same elsewhere. Even pavement cracks are sprouting flowers. It's such a wonder how nature, when the right season has come, lets nothing stop it when it decides upon abundance.

The greater wonder is that the first fruits arrived in time for Epiphany. It's as if it is telling us, wishing us, that all the festivities, perhaps even the frivolities, should now be bearing fruit - a more generous spirit all year-round, with radiant light emanating from within from a shiny new heart brimming full of love, charity and hope.

I have never been a fan of patola. Actually, I abhorred - I cannot use the term now, but I still can't bring myself to eat - the vegetable. As a child, having naturally over-sensitive senses of smell and taste, the subtly flavored and scented vegetables eggplant and sponge gourd had such strong, undesirable aromas for me that I couldn't tolerate them in proximity. I don't know why I picked on these two, there are certainly other vegetables that are stronger smelling. Perhaps it was due to the green, or greener, smell.

My mommy was clueless, stating that the vegetables I was picking on were actually tasteless and scentless. I eat eggplants now, and I know that they have a certain subtle flavor and aroma. As for patola, I can get near it only when it is already in loofah form. Its smell, and taste, is really distinctive, even now for me, and I have long decided that I'm missing nothing avoiding anything cooked with it.

I don't take pains staying away from it, anyhow. Patola never featured much in my childhood food landscape - it was never used commonly. I know it is added to misua, but I grew up on patola-less misua. It is also added to some versions of bulanglang, but the oldies, including the in-laws, never cry when patola is absent in the repertoire, so my food peculiarities have never been highlighted. Well at least in the patola division.

My food biases nevertheless, wishing everybody the spirit of Epiphany - wealth and richness in heart and spirit.