My college friends and I have often eaten at Kagura in Little Tokyo, Makati since we were still struggling students. Almost 5 years later after graduation, we went back to this haven to have some classic okonomiyaki – never gets old, the food and the company. This time, the difference is we have Chase with us, whose set of close friends also happen to enjoy visiting Little Tokyo. (We even went to the last Asahi Beer Festival together!)
‘It feels like coming back home to the comfort of somewhere you’ve never been before.’
That was my thought upon first seeing the café. Outside, the design is simple and serene, a bit hidden from public scrutiny; a reminder of those countryside houses so ideal, they can mostly be found only in European-set films.
As a pescatarian, sometimes it gets tricky to pick a place where choices of seafood and vegetables go abound. But if all else fails, I still choose to have my dose of chicken; as long as its meat isn’t red, then a cheat day or two is personally acceptable. (This is me trying to justify how I still cannot let go of the possibility of eating Jollibee Chickenjoy.)