Everyone comes to Max's Restaurant for the chicken. After all it was built by fried chicken. Except me! With my girls and husband, we don't actually frequent Max's as much as I did with my parents & relatives when I was growing-up. But when we do, expect me to order anything but the famous fried chicken. My eldest girl would always have the quarter platter thu'.
When we find ourselves at Max's, it surely not my idea...
.. but the dad's.
It's the sizzling tofu. That's it and nothing else. He would order a whole dish of it. None of us would share. No one likes it, haha. Then a portion of it would always be left. Upon bill out, he would ask for the left over to take home. At home he would throw the take out bag inside the ref. When I do the weekly cleaning of ref I would find it untouched and wasted. Down the trash.
We shared slices of clubhouse sandwich and we ended filled with satisfaction.
I also went to try their "halo-halo" for the first time and thu' it didn't disappoint, it wasn't the best one I had.
And end this post with this one. :)
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