Or Pork, if you were me (who does not eat beef). 
Here’s what I had the other night, after attending my daughter’s year-end exhibit. (I am one proud mama, I’m telling you. 
) So, since I’ve always wanted to try their sizzling menu but was too wary of coming out of the restaurant smelling like pepper steak, hubby indulged me since dinner was our final stop before heading home anyway – no one would be subjected to my eventual sizzlin’ hot aroma anymore, hehe. Our destination was the Sizzling Pepper Steak stall at the Promenade in Greenhills.
My Pork Pepper Rice. Half-raw.
Our dishes came with the trademark paper cylinder shield around the sizzling plate (wasn’t able to take a good pic of it so, just try very hard to imagine it, hehe!) and since nobody told us what to do (we’re too clueless, sorry) that I wasn’t able to turn my pork pieces over so that the sizzling plate could cook it. Hence, the rawness in some parts of my pork.
And then, when hubby informed them about our predicament, the kindly manager told us what we should have done and then promptly asked the cook to re-heat our plates. When our second time a-sizzlin’ plates arrived, we knew better.
Hubby’s Beef Pepper Rice-ish dish. It had another name but I totally forgot what it was.
My daughter had her usual staple food in any Japanese restaurant: Ebi Fry.
Ninna with her rice and shrimps. She must have loved it, she ate three out of five of the giant ebis.
I had my pork steaks with pepper mayo. Yummy. Hubby had his as it was. When I asked him how was it, he simply said: tapsilog.
Please do not ask me to make a hydroxycut review while eating here. I can eat their pepper rice every day (with pepper mayo) and be absolutely fine (and stuffed and un-guilty, hehe!). Unfortunately, even though the dining area is ala-food court at the Promenade and we actually sat pretty far from their store, the peppery smell stayed with us until we got home. Oh well.
At least, its a smoking hot alternative to my home-cooked meals, hehe!
