We haven't seen Edmund in years since he's based in the States so choosing a restaurant for our night out reunion, I googled and found Romulo Cafe raved about among foodie blogs. Edmund sat under a picture of a laughing Carlos P. Romulo and we clicked away at the resemblance.
It was a get-together of old friends linked by architecture, interior design, travel, memories of a lighthouse and hyperactive dancing in a fifties diner.
Patterns and repeating colored prints serve as backdrop to conversations over Pinoy favorites. Unfortunately, I arrived late so I wasn't able to order with the guys but I need to definitely come back here to try what we missed from the menu: Cheese and Vigan Longanisa Dumplings, Ginataang Sigarillas with Tinapa and Spaghettini in Aligue Sauce.
The restaurant is busy busy busy so it's best to make a reservation or an accidental feigned reservation in our case. Bing thought we had made reservations so she walked in saying we had one but it turned out we didn't but her misreading of the text landed us a good table.
The way they incorporated the aircon compressors into the design of the place is quite beautiful and the hanging lights poetic.
Carlos P. Romulo's granddaughter created a fitting tribute to him through this restaurant. The place is filled with historic black and white pictures while the staircase wall contains a speech of Romulo we must read again and again to set our spirit of nationhood on fire fanned by the flames of cooking kare kare.
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