My Jolly heart πŸ’–πŸ’•

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My childhood comfort meal was Chicken Joy and Jolly Spaghetti. Last week, after visiting one of the cafΓ©s in Bonifacio District, my friends and I opted to have lunch at Jollibee because we were craving some chicken. I was actually excited because it had been how many months since I had last eaten their food. When we got inside, I felt like walking on memory lane and remembered having to save money to buy my favorite combo meal during our field trip in high school since one of the things we had to do was eat at Jollibee. I recall wanting their fries and sundae because they go well together. I was really thrilled at the end of our visit, not only because of the food, but also because of the memories that I would remember every time I visit Jollibee.


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