A new play by CBC star Bilal Baig headlines Buddies in Bad Times Theatre's 2025-26 season
The lineup, running from September 2025 to May 2026, includes four mainstage productions, the 47th edition of the experimental Rhubarb Festival, and presentations of four additional works by partner companies.
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This First Person article is the experience of Marie Pascual, who lives in Toronto. For more information about CBC's First Person stories, please see the FAQ (new window) . Hot platters landed hard on tables near us and steam rose as diners reached in to take generous helpings. It was my 26th birthday and I'd chosen Congee Queen — the kind of place my parents would've picked. No fuss. No menus. Just food. My friends seemed a bit lost when the waiter came to our table. Wanting my friends — a mix of immigrants and international students who had made Toronto home — to feel that same comfort I felt at this restaurant, I did what my mom always did. I ordered for the table. Black pepper squid, beef with noodles, Super Bowl congee, turnip cakes, seafood vermicelli. The waiter gave me a small grin. Is that everything? he asked, teasing. I laughed awkwardly and nodded, a little embarrassed. As he walked away, the table burst into laughter. It was the kind of laugh that said, There she goes again. I'd done this before — taken charge of the ordering, played host even when it wasn't my house. But this time, something about it made me pause. It struck me then how instinctual my urge to share was. When I was 14 my mom handed me the menu at a restaurant and said, You know what we like. It felt like she was passing me the matriarch's baton. Ordering for everyone was not just a habit. It was how I made sure no one felt overlooked. Enlarge image (new window) Pascual, third from the left, hosted a New Year's Eve pop-up dinner for her friends. Photo: Submitted by Marie Pascual Back in the Philippines, my family used to live in poverty and mealtime looked very different. It started long before the dinner table out by the sea. My grandparents would fish, the kids hauled in the catch and the women would set up the dining room while the men cooked. My parents told me the idea of sitting in a restaurant and being served by strangers was almost unimaginable. I was born in Canada and raised by Filipino parents who brought those customs with them. They taught me to value communal meals. If you had food, you shared it. No one ever left your table still hungry. Even now, when I visit my parents, my mom makes enough adobo to feed a small army and packs containers for me and my partner to take home before we have even asked. But outside our family, that kind of care sometimes misses the mark. I have offered samples of my food to friends or co-workers, only to realize no one else at the table did the same. It left me feeling awkward, and even a little ashamed, like maybe I was too much. In my culture, I learned through visits to the Philippines from relatives and stories passed around the table that it was almost embarrassing not to have leftovers. Clean plates could look like you hadn't made enough. 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