This Bacon & Egg Nest Tastes So Good, I’d Dedicate a Love Song to It

It was my birthday last Sunday! And what better way to celebrate my birthday than eating bacon?

My sister decided to treat me and my other siblings to lunch at Early Bird Breakfast Club in BGC. It’s an all-day breakfast place–meaning you can have, as their tagline goes, “Beautiful breakfast. Morning. Noon. Night.” Ron Swanson will surely beam with pride, because all-day breakfast places are sweeping through the metro. I think it was earlier this year, if my memory serves me right, when my sister came home raving about their famous yin and yang champorado (half dark chocolate, half white chocolate). Right then and there I knew I had to visit this place. We had a heavy breakfast that day so we decided to lunch there at 2 in the afternoon.

Fans of pastel and line art will definitely love the interior of the restaurant. One wall features line art of birds and flowers against a blue background while mirrors are hung on the wall across it (sayang, I didn’t ask who the artist was). The place is pretty small, but the loft accommodates more customers.

The menu is printed on newsprint. I initially settled on ordering their new offering that has salmon in it, but then I remembered my true quest that day–bacon. I ordered the Bacon & Egg Nest, my sister the Tenderloin Tapa, brother # 2 the Full English, and brother #3 the Adobo Sunrise, plus orders of Bacon Twists, Yin and Yang Champorado, and these chunks of potatoes that came in a glass (in case you’re wondering, brother #1 is outside Manila with my mom and my aunt for a town fiesta).

We had to wait for more than 20 minutes for our order because, as the menu states, “[they] consider [their] food as an art and masterpiece.” And masterpieces they were.

bacon and egg

#nofilter, yo.

 

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How Boracay Shut Me Up

I have always loved the beach; I have spent many childhood summers at the beach in my parents’ hometown in Bicol, and I’m even thinking of building a house for my family on the shore if ever my income would allow so. But Boracay was a special case. I used to look condescendingly upon Boracay and the people who have been there. Sure, it’s a pretty beach and all, but I never understood the fuss and exaggeration. This certain fuss heightened during #laboracay (a portmanteau of the words Labor Day and Boracay) last month, when the beach was flooded with party-goers on the first few days of May to celebrate Labor Day. But the thing is, I have no experience to back up my condescension. My parents never brought me and my siblings to this place when we were younger. I am basing my scorn on photos online and stories from friends, which is bad. Very bad.

The UP Pep Squad, which I am part of–well, used to be a part of, because I already graduated–usually held its annual team-building activities in Boracay. I was not able to join during the previous years because my parents forbade me to go. This year, something miraculous happened–when I asked for their permission, they said yes. So I found myself hauling my ass to Boracay last May 29, along with the other members of the squad. And there, I finally understood what a big deal Boracay was.

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