A Prayer, A Party, and a Place Called Cafe Adriatico

When you’re asked to write and say a prayer, the instinct is usually to get serious. Solemn, even. But when the request comes from the Marketing Manager of a beloved institution like Cafe Adriatico, on the occasion of its 45th anniversary, you quickly realize: this won’t be your average invocation.

This is a place where Manila’s luminaries and social butterflies of the 80’s once sipped their espressos, exchanged flirtatious glances, nursed heartaches, and sometimes even brokered business empires over lengua estofado. Cafe Adriatico isn’t just a restaurant, it’s an archive of whispered stories, a keeper of secrets, a backdrop to first dates, blind dates, breakups, reconciliations, and deals sealed with a handshake (or a bottle of wine).

So when I was designated to deliver the Thanksgiving Prayer during the celebration held at the original Malate branch, I knew it had to go beyond the usual “bless this food and those who prepared it.” This had to honor not just the food, but the flavors of memory that have simmered here for nearly half a century.

Below is the prayer I shared that evening. I loved how it turned out that I have to post it here on my Nengkoy blog. A humble offering of gratitude, wit, and truth, for a place that is meant so much to so many.

“Heavenly Father,

Tonight, we gather with hearts brimming with gratitude to celebrate the 45 remarkable years of Cafe Adriatico, a place where memories are made, stories are shared, and lives are intertwined.

We give thanks to the visionaries who planted the seeds of this iconic establishment, for the hands of the staff who have labored with care and excellence, and for the spirit of resilience that has sustained Cafe Adriatico through the years.

We especially thank You for the cherished guests who have woven Cafe Adriatico into the fabric of their lives. For the couple who shared their first date here and went on to built a lifetime of love. For the blind date that became the start of a beautiful marriage. For the friends whose simple dinner turned into a marathon of laughter and connection. For the souls who sought comfort after the first heartbreak, finding solace in a warm meal and familiar ambiance. For the dreamers and doers who found inspiration here, and for the professionals who successfully closed business deals over a cup of coffee and the perfect setting.

Thank You for making this restaurant more than just a dining place, but a witness to milestones, a keeper of secrets, and a sanctuary for countless hearts.

Bless the loyal customers who have supported Cafe Adriatico not just with their patronage but with their stories. Bless the dedicated staff whose work turns meals into memories. And bless this evening, as we come together to honor the past, celebrate the present, and dream of a bright future.

May Cafe Adriatico continue to thrive, offering not just food but love, not just service but connection, and not just tradition but a timeless sense of home.

In Your Holy Name we pray, Amen.”

Gondoh di ba?!

Raining Glitter, Nachos and Chika

There are friends who come and go, like limited promo codes.  Then there are friends who stay through bad fashion trends, worse decisions, and decades of unsolicited advice.  Karen, Beth, Jing and I belong to that vintage category: pre-mobile, pre-social media, pre-carb consciousness.  We are living artifacts of an era when texting is called dialing and catching up involved landlines and a lot of waiting.

     Last weekend, we reunited with a planned full-day ahead.  The day began at Spectrum in Fairmont Hotel, where we attacked the lunch buffet with quiet focus and had storytelling that deserves its own Netflix limited series.

     Then, came Holy Mass at Greenbelt Chapel, because nothing balances indulgence like a little spiritual detox. Besides, only true Titos and Titas of Manila can pivot from lechon carving station to communion with elegance.

     The evening started or rather, sparkled with a Spanish dinner at Las Flores, where we raised our glasses, our voices, and our sodium levels.  The food was divine: Nachos, Calamares, and Mixto Platter. The stories were better.  I even have a clip of myself nodding attentively while chewing something dangerously crunchy, proving that one can listen and snack at the same time, a life skill they really should teach in school.

     So yes, I made a reel.  Not for the algorithm (although I wouldn’t mind a few hundred likes), but to capture the sparkle of the moment.  Set to Kylie Minogue’s Raining Glitter, which perfectly matches the energy of four souls who may be older, wiser, and better moisturized, but still refuse to dim their shine.  This was not a random night out.  This was full-course memory, curated by time, flavored with laughter, and seasoned with the kind of friendship that survives everything, even group selfies in public.

     Watch the reel.  Then message your oldest friends.  Take them out.  Feed them well. Attend Mass if you must.  Order the calamares.  Life is too short not to sparkle so always end the night with the right amount of glitter.

Masayang kasama ang mga bruha kong kaibigan!

The New Superman is My Kind of Superman

Let’s be real it’s everywhere right now. Categorized as action sci-fi movie, Superman is a super hit.

Though I love Henry Cavill and I have nothing against him, in previous Superman editions, it did not give the best impression, for it was too dark, unsmiling, lacks fun and was too serious and too introspective. I did not like it also because I had to bring my brain inside the cinema to know and feel what message the movie wants to convey.

I love the new edition of Superman because he is not a god-like untouchable symbol of perfection.  He felt like he was human. And this is one of the reasons why it worked for me.

And in the latest edition, after learning David Corenswet is the new Superman, I was excited.  I knew him as River from the Netflix series The Politician.  He did look so much like Superman in that show that the character of Ben Platt could not resist saying it in the series.

Let’s talk about other things about this movie… This movie is bright and visually colorful which resonates joy, fun and happiness. One upsetting circumstance in the past was how people especially the American media mocked the costume of the new Superman.  But after seeing the movie, I love love love the costume especially the red trunks.  For me it symbolizes that Superman is not that serious and could really be sunny, campy and fun at times – thus, personifying a real person and not somebody who is so serious and above human.

I also like this movie because it doesn’t require you to be a DC expert.  I am definitely is a proof of that.  All I knew before watching the film is that Superman is not from earth and I actually am not familiar with other semi-popular and unpopular meta-humans, superhumans and superheroes of DC comics. 

You may want to ask me what is my favorite scene of the movie? No not the big action-packed scenes, not Superman kissing Louis Lane floating on air.  It was the scene when Superman was in his fortress and he is just surrounded by his childhood memories in Kansas.  I love this scene because there was no hifalutin speech but a series of simple adorable-ness.  It was so heartwarming, it confirmed that his endearing adoptive parents are the ones that planted his moral backbone, his beautiful persona and his being a kind human being.

I love the new Superman because it is heartwarming, it made me smile, it made me happy and made me feel like a seven-year-old by again.

A Peek Inside the French Pavilion at Osaka Expo 2025

Last month, I had the chance to explore the French Pavilion of the ongoing Osaka Expo 2025.  And after being in a one-and-a-half-hour queue, I just wanna say… France is showing up in style.

True to form, the pavilion is effortlessly chic.  It’s a sleek blend of modern art, sustainability, innovation plus the signature French flair for making even the future look fashionable.  That is why I was imploding (shouting inside) the moment I stepped into the mind-blowing technology and exhibits. I was particularly moved and was at awe at the jaw dropping Louis Vuitton exhibits. 

Whether it’s in the curated visuals, the eco-conscious design, or the immersive experience zones, France managed to say, “Oui, the future can be elegant.”

Of course, I couldn’t resist capturing some moments for a quick reel, a playful glimpse of what makes this pavilion so worth the visit.  Click below to watch and experience a little slice of the French vision!

Vive la France. Vive le futur.

Philippine Pavilion at Osaka Expo 2025

Inside and out, the Philippine Pavilion at Expo 2025 Osaka is a vibe. Fast clips, proud hearts, and one glowing reminder: It really is more fun in the Philippines. Taken during my recent trip to Osaka and was joined by my Osaka-based niece Erika.

#PhilippinePavilion #Expo2025 #ItsMoreFun #ProudlyPinoy #TitoChronicles”

Confessions of an Ex-Blogger (Who Now Speaks in Reels)

It’s been over two years since I last posted here. In internet years, that’s practically a lifetime. Entire empires have risen and fallen in that span: Tumblr kids have aged, TikTok stars have burned out, and “bloggers” like me have either gone extinct, hibernated in algorithmic caves, or shapeshifted into something else.

As for me? I’ve evolved, kind of like a Pokémon with better filters.

I may no longer be typing long narratives into a WordPress text box at 1AM, but I haven’t disappeared. I just migrated. You can now find me posting Reels on Facebook, Instagram, and (gasp) even TikTok. Yes, I now speak the language of trending audio, transitions, and fast cuts. And honestly? I kinda love it.

Back in the day, embedding a video into a blog post felt like brain surgery. Now, I just slap on some music, trim a few seconds, and voilà a mini visual story, ready to go. Short, snappy, and soundtracked by whatever Taylor Swift or SB19 song is trending.

The content hasn’t changed much. Mostly my travels, my little joys, my perspective on the world. What’s changed is the format. And maybe the fact that no one really reads anymore. (Except bookworms, but they’re another breed altogether. We love them. We just don’t write for them here.)

So yes, I’m sad to say I’m an ex-Blogger. But also proud to say I’m a present person. I’ve adapted. I’ve embraced the now. I’ve learned to tell stories in 30 seconds or less. And to be honest, that’s its own kind of poetry.

And who knows? I might just bring some of those Reels here. Drop them in once in a while, maybe add a caption, a backstory, a sprinkle of old-school blogging. Just to remind myself (and anyone still reading) that while the medium may shift, the storyteller remains.

So here I am again. Maybe not back for good. But back, for now.

Valentines & My Crooked Palm Lines

Our journey through life presents many challenges.  If we find someone to share that journey with, it opens up a totally new perspective and a whole realm of possibilities.  Lucky are those who found someone that they love and share life’s journey with.

Though people say that I don’t look one, I am already five decades old.  And though people say that I am addicted to love, by this time and at this late period of my life, I have started to accept the fact that sharing my journey with someone seem already farfetched and very unlikely.

happy valentines everyone!

If a psychic palm reader would try to peruse the lines on my hand, I guess, he would say that such palm-lines seem crooked and uncommon.   I guess my fate is simply different as compared to the majority. 

It’s Valentine’s day tomorrow and I realized that I am too old to turn crabby or cantankerous.  I have started to accept the thought that sharing life’s journey is not for me.  If such is not for me, then it is not for me.  What is important with my life’s situation now is that I simply follow my heart, I’m living my own truth, I try to enjoy life and I got a beautiful family who cares and loves me.

love rule #1: if it’s not for you, then it’s not for you

Have a sweet and beautiful Valentines everyone!

Ruminations on Ali’s First Birthday Party

Just this weekend, I attended another first birthday party.  That of my grandnephew, Ali.  Ali’s first birthday celebration was a little grand and over-the-top: servers were in costumes; food served was buffet style part of which was a roasted calf; there was a funny magician who performed; the dinosaur-theme set-up was ostentatious; alcoholic drinks as post-party celebration for the adults were overflowing; and, there was even a fantastic fireworks presentation.

happy birthday ali !!!

a colorful fun day!

super fun with friends & relatives

I no longer can recall how many times I have attended a first birthday party in the past.  And consistently, since a one year old baby has no concept of birthdays and parties, the baby-celebrator is clueless and has zero idea why everyone is congregating for such a day. 

It will make you wonder if such celebration was really about the baby or is it really about and for the people that surround him.  I guess, the latter seem to be the correct answer to this question.  It is indeed for and about the people who helped and will help the baby to grow happy and healthy.  And it is most especially for the parents (in Ali’s case my niece Thatcher and nephew-in-law Alexis) who seem to celebrate for not screwing up and being successful in their first year with the cute and adorable child.

a job well done…

The child may have received all the gifts, but it is the parents and the people who surround the celebrant who receives all the hugs, the love, the praises and the encouragements as expressed and delivered by all the guests who attended.

I am pretty sure, Ali’s parents (and like any other parents) had numerous uncertainties and frustrations in the past year.  I am also pretty sure, both Thatcher and Alexis had several worries and anxieties from crying outbursts to bottle rejections.  Some hurdles were conquered by mere luck while others were resolved by experience.  And oftentimes, snags and obstacles were resolved thru the assistance of family or friends.  Thus, the first birthday party of any baby is indeed a salute and celebration for the parents and the people who surrounds the child.

pose of the day

I was given the opportunity to give a short talk during the party.  I was able to give my warmest birthday wishes for the adorable Ali.  I was able to greet a beautiful afternoon to all the attendees. I however, failed to congratulate Ali’s parents.  So let me take this opportunity to express my warmest felicitations and compliments to Thatcher & Alexis for a job well done.

Beach Bumming at Abagatanen

There is a calm, tranquil and secluded-like place north of Manila.  It is 300 kilometers away and would take around 6 hours to drive from Manila.  A quiet fishing village in Pangasinan, Abagatanen white sand beach is one beautiful attraction.

fresh waves! abagatanen, a back-to-basics kind of a beach

The white sand beach may not be as powdery and white as the popular, commercialized and tourist-infested beaches in my country, Abagatanen beach has its own distinct beauty.  With the absence of mercantile shops and restaurants the place is beautifully nostalgic.  With the non-existence of pricey resort facilities, the beach is charmingly traditional.  And with its having no mobile internet reception it is gorgeously retrograded. 

golden hour!!!

Its main attractions are the crystal clear water of the ocean, the exquisite wind-driven waves of the sea, the unassuming and courteous locals and above all the undeniable energy of peace and tranquility.  Me and my family were lucky enough to have discovered this piece of paradise.  Stressed and worry-free, I energized my spirit by basically bumming around the Abagatanen white sand beach.