While I was in Boracay, I went to an internet cafe to check my work email. I received a reservation all the way from Seattle. The American requested for a table overlooking the Manila Bay as he was going to propose to his Pinay girlfriend. I told him that unfortunately, our establishment did not have a view of the Manila Bay as we were far from it. Nevertheless, he still wanted to propose to his girlfriend in our restaurant and hoped that the waitstaff could somehow be involved. I told him it wasn't a problem and gave him the number of our manager so he could give specific instructions.

On the big day, after ordering food, the man left the table (perhaps told the girlfriend that he had to go to the washroom). But he didn't. Instead, he gave the engagement ring to the manager so that the manager can do his part.

In a few minutes, Dodge, the manager, went up to the table, with a waiter in tow. He explained to the lady that our chef made a mistake in preparing her dish. Instead, he's giving her a complimentary dish. The waitstaff lays down the dish in front of her. On top of the dish was a piece of paper that said, "Pakakasalan mo ba ako?" which means "Will you marry me?" And under the piece of paper was the engagement ring.

Needless to say, the lady had a wide smile and said yes. Dodge told us that they didn't stay long after and left after having dinner. "Nag- motel siguro!" he assumes.