It was a cold, rainy Monday night, hungry and starving for something hot to ease the chilling. Instead of heading home, I went to a restaurant at Infanta Commercial Center to feed. As I parked my motorcycle, I noticed an old man sitting on the left stair of the market building. He’s holding some plastic bags and I could not see his face because it’s dark and he’s looking downward. I walked towards the vacant table and seated comfortably. I called the waiter and ordered for a beef mami.