When you pass a restaurant called “hobbit house” what comes to mind? Lord of the Rings no doubt, “shire” kind of foods maybe. Well, that’s what came to my mind. But seemingly as my husband put it, “it was one of your more charmingly naive moments”. The exchange went something like this:
Husband: After about half an hour of perusing the restaurants along the main strip of paradise (read Boracay, Philippines) and not finding anything “he’s in the mood for”, he stops and stares intently at Hobbit House.
FR: Thinks to herself “ah! He must like it!”,and what’s not to like, they serve over 100 beers, there’s a clear LOTR theme, and it seems to have continental food and Filipino food — a little bit of everything.
Husband: ” I can’t believe it”.
FR: “Why? Do you want eat here?”
Husband: (pause) … it’s just so .. offensive. (shocked smile).
FR: “Why? The food looks OK”. (thinks the resto has “offended” her husband’s lawyerly sensibilities since they don’t have a LOTR trademark / copy right whatever …)
Husband: (shakes his head, but still with the shocked smile).
FR: “Ok let’s keep looking..”
– they look at two more restos but FR notices her husband hasn’t displayed half as much interest.
FR: “Let’s just go back to Hobbit House”
Husband: OK ….
– They go back, and are shown to their seats by (insert FR shock) a little person.
Husband: ” I can’t believe this place. I mean they … dwarves serving the food.”
FR: “No .. HE’s just the owner hon, it must be his place”. — Referring the waiter that had shown them their seats.
Husband: “Whatever you say …”
FR – Looks around and sees that infact the entire waitstaff are little people, and all the little signs that say things like “small is beautiful”. Jaw drops. ” OMG!!!”
Husband: “What?! You just realized this now?”
Needless to say, I can’t even remember what the food was like, it was so dim .. .who knows what I ate. But really, GEEBUS. Can you imagine a place like this in NYC?
