Or so it says on the chalk board in front of me. I sample their cappuccino—good, the only thing keeping it from being truly “epic” (what the cafe calls itself) is the fact that they used chocolate syrup (que horror!) to draw out a pretty pattern on the foam.
I’ve been gone too long. But definitely not complaining about all these third wave coffee shops opening in Manila. More, please!
A so-so cappuccino. So spoiled by San Francisco!
Our helper's grandson does a little ballerina move to get himself up on the sofa.
One of the things I love about my boyfriend: he sends me photos almost on an hourly basis when he's abroad.