No, the family is not quite done with our un-diet diaries that started last year. As long as we can keep getting good deals from Deal Grocer and the like, we are so keeping up our search for The Best Buffet in Town. This year, we're going by the words of wisdom of Sandy from Spongebob, as quoted to me by Boots: Eat or be eaten.
We tried Cafe Jeepney in Intercontinental Manila this time. Intercon is the site of MWC's annual shareholder meetings for the four or so times I was part of the team that worked on the event. Thom and I and the rest of our gang would already sleep over in the hotel the night before, but we'd be too stressed with all of the activities of the day ahead to enjoy the breakfast buffet. This time was going to be purely for leisure and family bonding; there was no toxic work in sight to keep us from savoring our food.
I binged on the usual suspects: salmon, lechon, sashimi, soups, desserts. What stood out for me were the caesar salad (which I lathered with bacon, of course, hence defeating the whole purpose of a salad), and the bread pudding, which had just the right consistency and creamy milky sweetness. The spread is not as extensive as most other five-star hotel buffets, but the service is impeccable, and I've always liked that Intercon is bright, wide, and airy, not at all stiff or stuffy as some snooty hotels go.
I also love the whole jeepney theme. So unique and colorful. Of course, the lot of us who have actually taken jeepney rides can attest that the experience is not all happy and exciting as it is touted to be - it is actually pretty dreary, with way too much pollution out in the streets. But the jeepney is as Pinoy as can be, so we should just go along and support its promotion all the way. As my friend Dr. G likes to say: for nation-building! Hahaha.
It happened to be the Chinese New Year when we were at Intercon, so there was a dragon dance that snaked thru the tables, and the place was all decked out with red lanterns and wooden horses. I am not fan of chinoiserie, but I did love it when we were in Beijing. I needed that whole context of the forbidden city and the emperors' lives and building the great wall to appreciate chinoiserie.
The boys wanted to check out the park across Intercon. Boots saw the fountain, dolphins, and horses when we passed by the park on the way to Intercon, so off we went after our heavy lunch, to walk around and try to burn some of all that food down. Hahaha.
I'm glad we have these pockets of breathing spaces across the metro, but it's sad that they are not much more than just that. Too puny and not enough culture and heritage, sometimes overcrowded and not even thoroughly clean and well-maintained, nowhere near the level of Boston Public Garden or Central Park in NY. In fact, this little courtyard in Glorietta is in all likelihood owned and maintained by the Ayalas, and not even actually a public park. It's third world pathetic all around. I walk in these parks and hope this is where my taxes would go. Sigh.