There will always be days when immeasurable workload can take its toll on you, and keeping off the grid on some place miles away from the metropolis is the only way to keep one’s sanity.
It’s why me and my friend went to La Union, sea foam and curling waves aplenty. We decided to stay in San Juan where accommodations are side by side, and where surfing is nothing but a local habit. Tucked in one of the oldest resorts in the barangay is a hidden restobar you can consider a gem for locals and tourists alike – the Le Point Bar PH.
It’s been difficult for Nico and I to find a good place to eat. Although both of us have mastered the art of criticizing food but not cooking, we ought to be picky where we spend our money. The modus operandi of “artisanal” places have been insane, and being millenials (can we still consider ourselves in that category?), known to spend more on food than retirement, we need to make it count.
We decided to try Eggs for Breakfast Cafe in Mambugan, Antipolo. Nico likes eggs, almost to a fault, so this place has automatically caught our fancy. It was funny because when we went there, a wedding reception just finished. It wouldn’t be nice to crash the place wearing a sando and be accompanied by another wearing board shorts, right? The cafe itself only consumes a tenth of the place. It’s situated inside Velada, which, from the looks of it, is an events place for romantic proposals etcetera, etcetera.
Having a one-day weekend will take its toll on you, as what it did to me. And eventually, you’ll realise that it is not the seasons that dictate when you should eat ramen, but how you feel. There is no perfect weather for binging on noodles (people who say that are purists!!) because it is always a good idea to binge on noodles. It’s like Paris, but Asian. So wearing pambahay clothes and sporting my unwashed hair, me and my sister headed to Trinoma to try Hokkaido Santouka.