Had a relatively less fatty weekend in Baguio with Clifford and Purple (who’s covering the summer sessions of the Supreme Court).
We brought our guest to Oh My Gulay, our first food stop on Saturday, and she went crazy over the art pieces and the ramshackle tree house feel to the place.
Of course, the food never fails to disappoint.
Putanesca pasta with parmesan cheese and basil
I wanted to buy that sausage keychain at the left, but it kind of looked obscene dangling from the end of my phone.
Later that night, I got a larger, edible version of the tiny sausage at Zola, a restaurant that turns into a sort of bar where over-made-up kids hang out. My Hungarian sausage was nice and juicy, but it had a weird pattern on it, like someone stepped on it with a waffle-soled shoe.
It’s worth a first try, but since it’s expensive (P85 for plain large yogurt plus around P 25 to 35 for toppings), I think I’d rather have yummy Haagen Dazs if I’ll splurge anyway.
Still, it was a good, relaxing weekend.