![]() ![]() The Freedom Fries were crisp and Cajun inspired, and not the chunky wedges that the lazy chef or KFC would serve. I suppose boodle fight isn’t really my “thang.” This was one of those instances that I felt glad to be eating in the dark, but still, being the chronic OC, it’s best to ask for utensils the next time around. Somewhere towards the mid-section though it got a bit too greasy, like diner-mess hall greasy, which really made quite a mess of my meal. The flavor was light yet near Mexican festive, and the chips certainly brought more entertainment in my otherwise texture-free meal. The dip seemed to go well with the quesadilla too, seeing that its accompanying salsa and sour cream came in wee amounts that only Oliver Twist would find acceptable.Īll I can remember about the Chicken Quesadilla was that it had chicken, cheese and onions, and in the dark, these were all that mattered. ![]() That dip had the viscosity 10x of the regular cheese dip (or gravy) and with the satisfactory hint of jalapeno, made my little splurge all worth it. Maybe it was the Tagaytay* weather, but I found the chips lacking in that crisp factor, which led me to dunk them all in the cheese dip. No combos or meals here, the three items were separately ordered and priced, and there, I have established my kill zone. While there’s steak and cheese, of course I ended up with the Chicken Quesadilla paired with Tortilla chips and cheese dip. I will reserve the splurge once I’ve found a war greater than Pearl Harbor or the CJ Case, but until then, it’s 1 quesadilla or the mission is aborted. Not that I was headed to a Death March or any march for that matter, but my wallet just waved the white flag, so better sensibility led me to a decently quantified and well budgeted meal. Slow down, soldier, the pocket has limits. Gathering intel on the food was easy, but deciding what to order was difficult, as my shipwrecked alter ego suddenly kicked in and I found myself wanting to have a quesadilla, quesadilla frito and soft taco for dinner. Reading the menu can be quite an entertaining pursuit with its ingeniously crafted offerings. And do make sure he isn’t armed with anything that starts with a capital M. No one will penalize you with push-ups for taking the time, but if you do, don’t expect the person next in line to be a Jolly Jack. With interestingly named food items like Freedom Fries and Querida Mia, don’t feel idiotic if you find yourself gawking at the menu for the first time. Soldier or not, it doesn’t matter whether you can recite Alpha to Zulu in one breath, the “barracks” welcomes anyone who pleasures to dine at the premises, from MacArthur to Captain Hook. Good thing the word “burrito” bungeed out of nowhere and finally, finally, Army Navy began to sound like victory, or booty, since we’re getting thematic. I’d imagined a mess hall, tin plates and an abundance of grit-all of which do not make it to my dining requirements. Army Navy sounds more like that burger place where greasy meats make up most of the menu, if not all of it. ![]()
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