If you are as old as me, you’ll remember that there was a rotunda in Kapitolyo and that there was a stately looking structure where capitol commons is now. Pasig was once the capital of Rizal Province and the Provincial Capitol, you guessed it, was in Kapitolyo. Heck, even after Pasig became part of Metro Manila, the Governor of Rizal’s seat was still here at Kapitolyo. How do I know this? My mom once worked in a PCI Bank Branch and her friends were transferred to the Kapitolyo branch, which was near my alma mater. Thus, there were times when she took me on her visits there. What the hell is a PCI Bank? It’s what we know as BDO today.
It’s beautiful from the outside
Where’s my alma mater? Well I can’t share that to you. Moving on. Continue reading “Spending time with your bitter half”
You find it by seeing a large portrait-oriented tarp of a Frappe — as well as a round sign that only has a red “W” on it. They would have had me with the W. The tarp is there to attract more customers. They need to shout to everyone “we have frappes” or else no one will climb the two flights of stairs to the cafe.
They do have decent espresso though.
The aesthetics of this small shop is on point
Continue reading “W Café Cainta. More of this please.”
You’ve seen those clear boxes section from a major grocery chain, right? Where you can pick dried fish, dried mushrooms, packed beans, and yes coffee beans. BTW, have you tried cooking large sago (tapioca pearls) at home? Dude, it took me about 6 hours in total and it involved a lot of stirring, turning the fire off, straining, and waiting. I digress…
I was referring to something worse than this Credit: Pixabay
Continue reading “A family was buying (beyond) dark roast coffee beans in a grocery store; I was buying sago”
It’s a rainy afternoon.
“Millennials are too broke but still buy expensive coffee” reads the headline of a Facebook post from one of the oldest news agencies in the world. The featured image is of a young man, maybe in his twenties, wearing round spectacles and sporting a trimmed beard – laughing. In front of him, a small cup of coffee.
Continue reading “Millennials and their coffee (a short story)”
T’was a busy Saturday with a predominant wedding theme: I was set to attend an old friend’s wedding in Binangonan, Rizal; My fiancée was to meet with her dear friend for help in planning our own wedding, a meeting in Makati which I was also going to be part of.
I needed coffee, copious amounts of coffee.
See the espresso machine?
Continue reading “How far are you willing to travel for coffee?”