Bacon On Mud at Single Origin

Bacon On Mud at Single Origin

There are moment when you question how you got here. This time, I know exactly how I got here.

Jr dragged me to BGC. He wanted to go to a watch club meet, and it’s somewhere he’s not familiar with. We’re QC people. BGC is a strange place to us. He doesn’t have waze so when normally I would just stay at home and let him ogle for hours at watches, I got dragged here, to be his personalized (and patient) navigational voice.

But I always have an escape plan. I messaged Tessa, my homie from BGC and asked if she was home. She had nothing up and was game to hang out with me. It was my turn to drag someone, and Tessa will help me kill time and find some waffles.

For weeks now, I have a waffle craving that needs some fixing. I mean I could go to Pancake House to fix that, but Pancake house is safe and boring. I am BGC. BGC is an upscale place. Upscale people eat waffles. I should be able to find waffles here.

We picked up Tessa at McKinley and Jr dropped us off at Serendra. Tessa found us a waffle place at Single Origin at Central. We hope that walking the entire length of Bonifacio High Street can work up an appetite for waffles. After several pitstops along the way — the 3-storey Uniqlo, Muji for little bits of happiness, Beauty Bar for a quick pick me upper — we found ourselves at a table for 2 at Single Origin. It was 6:15 pm, and asked the server for a menu.

A quick scan and there was no waffles on the cardboard paper.

Apparently, they stop serving waffles at 6 pm for dinner service. Charm and shameless begging went nowhere. The nice server went to the kitchen twice to ask and to rely that the machine they make waffles on was already clean. We offered to clean it again after for them, but slave labor wasn’t really a good payment option for them.

So we ended up ordering this: Bacon on Mud — homecured crispy bacon to be dipped on chocolate on the side. I would’ve wanted the chocolate to be a little richer — like it would coat the well-cooked bacon and it would actually stick. It was too liquidy for me that it just slipped and dripped all over and we left a little mess. To be honest, I wish it came with champurado, because that salty, crispy bacon would just be perfect in that champurado weather afternoon.

I’d still like those waffles though…


Single Origin
2F C3 Building Bonifacio High Street Central
Bonifacio Global City, Taguig City

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Bau House, A Dog Cafe Day in Seoul

Bau House, A Dog Cafe Day in Seoul

I love dogs. I would find any legitimate excuse to hug a dog. I once considered an Airbnb in Los Angeles because they had a dog. So if there was a dog cafe in a strange city and I have a free day, naturally, that’s is where you’ll find me.

Seoul has their fair share of quirky animal cafes. Cat cafes are very popular here, and are very much advertised by giant cat mascots in tourists districts. I figured if there was a ton of cat cafes, there must at least be one dog cafe. I looked it up on google and found out Hongdae’s famous dog cafe, Bau House.

I went to Bau House and be still my dog loving heart.

Bau House has two main areas: the first one is for puppies and small dogs and the other for big dogs. I prefer big dogs so they pointed me towards the hall at the back and yes, when they mean big dogs, they really are big dogs.

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When I visited, they have 2 Afghan hounds, one Alaskan Malamute, a couple of Labradors and Golden retrievers, a border collie and an Old English Sheepdog. Yup, that’s Prince Eric’s dog in the Little Mermaid.

I figured they have a few other dogs in a separate sleeping quarters because the staff keeps bringing in new dogs every so often, which gets all other dogs in the pen excited. It takes little to get the dogs excited. New dogs come in and they get excited. New guests come in and they get excited. Guests buy treats and it’s basically pandemonium.

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The admission is free but you do need to buy a drink. My chamomile tea was 7000 KRW, or around 350 pesos. That’s an expensive cup of tea, but you get to hug all the dogs you want all afternoon, so it’s pretty much fair.

Except when I sat down, this little cutie made a beeline towards me, snuggled up and laid its furry head on my lap. “Is it yours?”, the other guests ask. “No, it’s the cafe’s.” “Well, I guess she likes you.”

Owned. That’s fine.

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Bau House
1F Je-il Building (rear entrance)
394-44 Seogyo-dong
Mapo-gu, Seoul
Hours: 01:30 pm to 11:00 pm

How to get there:
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Alight at Hapyeong Station on Line 2. Take Exit 3 and turn around. Turn left on the first alley (There will be signs). Head straight. It’ll be on your right. (Across the street from 7-eleven)

Pro-tip:
Go on weekdays because they can get crowded during weekends. Go early if you can so the dogs still have energy to play with you.

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Mrs. Graham’s Cafe and That Bibingka With Salted Egg Macaron

Mrs. Graham’s Cafe and That Bibingka With Salted Egg Macaron

I am a solitary being. I have long accepted the fact that I am an introvert. When I was a kid, I’d spend whole summers inside my room, while my sisters played with cousins and neighbors outside. People would think I went to the province because two months would pass without them seeing even the shadow of me. And I’ve carried it as I grew. I am very much fine with staying at home. I like to keep my fridge and pantry stocked up as if I was preparing for a zombie apocalyse. I can cook so even though there’s a million and one food establishment within walking distance from me, there is really no need to go out. I have better coffee than most coffee shops in Timog. I like cute coffeeshops, but it pains me to cough up good money for bad coffee. There are corners in my house that always needs to be cleaned. There are unread books on my shelves. There are unedited clips waiting to be youtube videos on my harddrive. If ever I found myself in the miraculously on the bottom of both those files, I can write. And I can write about things endlessly. I can write about anything, about something and some things about nothings. If there’s one thing I am confident about, it’s that I will never get bored.

Then suddenly, one day, the dsl decides to conk out. Knowing that I do not have internet is unsettling. I start to get anxious and I quickly forget that the things I mentioned above do not really need internet to get done. There are loads I can do without internet and yet, the fact that I cannot get to instagram and twitter and facebook and youtube annoys me. And then I start charting the coffee shops near me that I wanted to try out someday if in case I have a reason to go out and pray to the internet gods that they have wifi.

If you want to smoke me out of my hole, cut my internet line off.

The first thing on my list, and nearest my place is Mrs. Graham’s Cafe. It’s a cute little homey cafe which is about 8 minutes (tops!) walking distance from my place. Mrs. Graham keeps popping up on every list of must try places when it comes to milkshakes, smores or macarons. Of course, such lists need to be verified. And today, my (lack of) internet in the house is the perfect excuse.

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I hauled my laptop, harddrive and chargers to this lovely cafe in F7 Rallos. I opened the door and the asked the staff cleaning the nearest table if they had wifi. Yes, she said, and so I stepped in and commited my spot as I placed down my stuff on the table by the window. I walked over to the counter, glanced over the macaron display and tried to apply a rarely practiced virtue, SELF-CONTROL. Lallie, you can have everything, but not in the same time, especially when it can cause diabetes. I held off from ordering the smores milkshare, which I really wanted to try. I know how milkshakes are served these days in the city. They’re massive and overflowing and ridiculous. I’ll try to save it when I have company. I looked at the chalkboard menu above the counter, basic for such chic cafes and settled for an Americano and the smores macaron. I glanced at the refrigerated display one more time and another macaron caught my fancy: Bibingka with Salted Egg. I’m getting one of those too.

Look, ma. I just got two. Self-control!

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I took a couple of pictures with the generous afternoon light by the window, and took a sip of the coffee before it went too cold. I picked up the smores macaron first, took a bite and it was okay. Macarons with a big burnt marshmallow in between. I bet my life the milkshake versions is much more impressive, but I didn’t feel like piling on the sugar. I reached for the Bibingka with Salted Egg macaron, took one bite and angels sang. This thing was too dang good. Like good in the levels where I was listing down who I’ll give these to on Christmas. I took my another bite, my last, and like I do so whenever I have great things resting in my palate, I danced a little dance in my seat. If I can marry that macaron, I would, even if I’m already married.

I fired up my laptop and tried connecting to their wifi. Let’s just put it this way: The Bibingka with Salted Egg macaron is so good, I immediately forgave Mrs. Graham’s cafe for their making me sign in for their wonky wifi service. I finished my coffee and gathered my things and off I went on an impromptu Morato-Timog coffee shop tour.

That macaron though. That macaron was a promising start of a wifi hunting afternoon.


Mrs. Graham’s Cafe
51-C Scout Rallos Street, Brgy. Laging Handa
Tomas Morato, Quezon City

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