Last Monday I went to a bar on Malakas st. in Quezon City recommended by friends Bobby and Enteng. The place is called analog because the music pieces emanate from an analog device called a phonogram in the old days.
Bobby is old. Enteng, allegedly a co-owner of the place, is a few years older. But I am the oldest at 67.
The place is cosy and affords guests tables and boards to refute post-modernist and silly assertions. What else need be said?
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