Tag Archive | baguio steaks

Counting Our Blessings at Mama’s Table

I thought this day would never come! The day that we dine at Chef Vicky’s beautiful home finally arrived!  Having made a reservation months ago (after seeing the Heart 2 Heart blog in one of my Baguio food researches/recons. Thanks so much for sharing, Ms. Rica), I was excited to the point that I couldn’t sleep well when finally December came around the corner.  (If I had it my way, my loved ones and I would’ve gone the instant I found out about Mama’s Table. =b)  It was like the hours of December 16 couldn’t go quickly enough so that it would be 5:00 p.m. and we would be at this home/resto/establishment.

photo op at Mama's Table

Mama’s Table photo ops… a few of them *harhar (“,)

With time being true, in that we couldn’t turn it back or stop it, we found ourselves at Read More…

UPDATE: Forest House …and IdeaSpace National Competition

I don’t think I’ve ever been to Forest House in the holiday season.  (Giving the tourists a chance to experience it =D).  Again, I’m tearing my hair out that I didn’t go until last night.  (Thanks to Sir Vince of http://lakbaybaguio.com/,  Maam Nick, Sir Earl, Maam Mica and Maam Christine of SMART. (“,))

Forest House Bistro and Cafe christmas tree

♪ Oh, Christmas tree… ♪

While the establishment might look like the bistro and cafe we know Read More…

No Picnic at Camp John Hay: Where Do We Eat Now?

Growing up in Baguio, one of my fondest memories is that of the family/friends picnicking at Camp John Hay.  You take your pick of the tables set up in Scout Hill (beside what used to be the tennis courts… and there are more tables set up on the ‘Scout’ hillside =D, now), usually trying to get to CJH the earliest to beat the other picnickers to the tables nearest the grill.

Little John's view

The view from the table by the Little John’s window…and some representations Little John’s customers have drawn. Nice, no? ^^,

In the event that it rains on your picnic (which can be expected of Baguio weather *hihi) and everything gets so drenched that nothing is edible or maybe an army of ants come in and march away with everything but your trash bags, the picnic can still push through.  (“,)   Read More…