‘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.)