I could kare-kare less

Ablsolutely no props to the people at Patio Filipino in San Bruno, CA for showing no hospitality to me and my family. We decided to go there after some Father's Day revelry (which consisted mostly of the kids bitching about when were we going home after THEY got stuff).
Anyway we stepped into the Patio Archipelapan which was packed at 5pm Sunday. We sat in their little waiting area which used barstools (weird) and we waited for about 10 minutes as nobody gave us the time of day. Now I don't mind waiting for anything, especially some good eats, but at least look my way and nod. There was no host or hostess to greet us. The server who walked by us 3 times did not acknowledge us. I take that back. He acknowledged us with a roll of the eyes and his chin firmly planted in the air (the little bitch). I repeat, the place was packed and busy. Maybe the little bitch waiter was having a bad day, got stiffed for a tip, whatever.
With 3 hungry and restless kids, we decided that we couldn't wait any longer, plus I didn't want to be played by these people as I thought they already were. There are plenty of Archipelagan restaurants in the area.
We ended up at a Mexican eatery down the block. Not bad, but it didn't solve the kare-kare craving. We'll try again next week for Mrs. BOB's birthday, and no, we won't be stopping by the Patio.
We closed out the day with a movie from Hollywood (Hogan) Video. I got "The Hostel."
For intense, teeth-clenching, butthole-tightening, toe-curling fun, The Hostel is for you. If Fangoria has a "Best Movie Award", this one has to be nominated, right up there with Saw II. It's about a couple of sex-crazed couple college students backpacking through Europe looking for action. In a case of "If It's Too Good To Be True, Then It Probably Is", our two heroes end up in a hostel occupied by nothing but hot Euro sluts. As it turns out, these skanks are scamming for victims and turning them over to a pay-for-torture death club. Gratuitous breasteses, chainsaws, stonings, skull-bashing and double Achilles heel rupturing (ouch!); this movie has it all. A keeper for the Halloween movie rotation.
On the serious tip, I also watched Munich. A movie dramatizing the aftermath of the slayings of 11 Israeli athletes during the Munich Olympics in 1972. In an aside fatherhood theme, the hero Avner Kaufman, struggles with his allegiance to his country versus the needs of his wife and new baby. Ironically, prime minister Golda Meir tells Avner she couldn't make it to the funerals of the Olympic athletes because her sister had just died of cancer and must take care of family matters first (the head of the operation, , claims to Avner that the reason PM Meir didn't attend the funerals was that her approval numbers were low and she didn't want to get booed). A good movie, despite a rather dull performance by leading man, Eric Bana.
Happy Father's Day.