Speaking of which, at one point while I'm there, a customer in his 60s who seems like he link might live in the neighborhood comes in by himself and doesn't even need to look at the menu. "I know what I want," he says. "I want the squid adobo." I tell Dayrit that the man's decisiveness with his lunch reminds me of how Dayrit collects watches. This resonates with him. "If there's a watch I want, and I see one in pristine condition, I drop everything."