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Baguio Greatest Hits for Good Food

Featuring another Baguio food establishment that needs no introduction.  As for commentary, I’ve got lots to share about this place so …

5. Mandarin Restaurant

It’s been bugging me a lot seeing the Baguio restaurant listrunning through the names of places where to eat in Baguio, and there, right beside Mandarin Resto is a “CHECK!” and a “no pictures” notation.  I’ve been to Mandarin a few times but in those days, the digi cam wasn’t readily available yet (or it was,  but I didn’t have the moolah to get my own =b).

So when Race was thinking about a tofu themed meal and I was stumped where to go (yes, I have those days too; san tayo, san tayo? Mai-aw-awan moves *hihi), Mandarin, a Chinese joint seemed the most logical choice.  Off to town, to Session Road, up the first flight of stairs in the NetGear building (Shout out to Sir Lambert! (“,))  (Note to self: Must see what that building’s real name is) … and into the restaurant that is one of the  City of Pines’ greatest hits for good food, we went.

Mandarin Restaurant starters and drinks

The first items in our meal. Lots of calamansi, aw, thankies, Mandarin! Our drinks, coffee and guyabano shake. The latter was so good, I had to have another glass … also because … wait for it ….

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Walking on the Gustatory Memory Lane at Ebai’s Cafe and Pastry

As a kid, one of the meals that was regularly served in our home for lunch/dinner (most of the time it was lunch AND dinner =b) was dinengdeng, pinakbet and viands that had something to do with bagoong.  Since these dishes were chock-full of veggies, I didn’t really like them then.  Eew, saluyot! (I suppose I went through that normal phase of childhood where vegetables were the enemy at meal time.  I always felt like I could eat hotdogs, chicken, spaghetti, chocolates, ice cream and cake every meal of every day of my life. That’s six meals covered … and repeat. *snicker snicker)

There really wasn’t any choice when the mealtime bell rang and the plate laid out in front of me had a mountainous pile of rice and viand.  As a coping mechanism, my brother and I would ‘play’ with our food imagining it to be other things just so we could finish it. (No one leaves the table without a clean plate in our house. That’s a strict rule.  Just ask my brother who sat there … sleepily… for hours until he finished. Before he knew it, it’s dinner time! Say it like Yzma from Emperor’s New Groove =D)

Young Xine and brother

The kids who didn’t like their veggies. =))

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