Food Spot Review: Jollibee (Manhattan)

If you believed that McDonald’s was the happiest place on Earth when you were growing up, just know that you were being lied to. You have to understand that a giant bee in a red tuxedo beats that raggedy clown every time. Jollibee, Filipino in origin, offers one of the oddest selections of cuisine I have ever come across. That is solely meant in a complimentary fashion. Employee morale is undeniably high. Of course, this is going off of a single visit to a single location. But with the bright colors in everything from their halo-halo sundae to the restaurant’s very wallpaper, depression is a word that wouldn’t be caught dead in this place. Service was carried out in textbook (and of course bustling) Manhattan-fast food fashion; the order is taken outside and your food is ready by the time you surpass the Six Flags Great Adventure-sized line. With $10 in hand, a feast awaits at Jollibee. Non-native New Yorkers will have a hard time comprehending how damn near impossible that is in midtown Manhattan. So if hand-crafted spaghetti dinners with ice cream and jello cubes waiting for dessert sound up your alley, throw on a goofy smile and get over to Jollibee.