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.

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!

Boosted!

After close to two years of inertia, liberation seem to loom & bloom.  Covid cases in my people-filled and densely populated country is now starting to drop.

injection gives me the creeps! so obvious is this photo. haha!

 Unlike tennis superstar Novak Djokovic, I guess my government should thank me for being so cooperative, participative and supportive.  Last month I had my vaccine booster shot which was six months after I had my complete double dose of Covid vaccines.  Having my booster shot gave me confidence and a massive sigh of relief that at least I won’t die from this silly epidemic.

Keep your mask on everyone, freedom and deliverance seem imminent and forthcoming! We will all soon take it off. Excited to hug everyone! Woohoo!

A Beautiful Last Day of 2021

The last day of 2021 was a huge day for me.  It was one day where I got to spend a beautiful New Year’s Eve celebration with my family and at the same time being hopeful for a gorgeous year ahead.  My last day of 2021 even became more beautiful when I got the chance to visit a church so as to do a pint-sized prayer.

After realizing that my family does not have any sparklers to ignite and party poppers to snap during New Year’s Eve, me, Joy (my younger sister) accompanied by our nephew Gabby decided to head outside to purchase ourselves with some inexpensive hand-held “luces” (sparklers) and party poppers.

gabby took this beautiful photo of the church at night time (last night of 2021)

Our hunt for these sparklers enabled us to reach one of the most admired and prayed-upon churches in my country, the National Shrine of Our Mother of Perpetual Help, also known locally as Baclaran church.  Since we were able to luckily purchase our much-needed sparklers and party poppers along the gates of the church, we decided to drop by inside so as to light some candles and say our little prayers.

As usual, I lighted 5 candles. I have the habit of lighting 5 candles each time I have the chance to do it in a church or any grounds intended for prayers.  Let me reserve in my future writing what each candle symbolizes except for one.  One of the candles is an intended prayer for me: my soul, my future, my welfare, my life’s appreciation and of course my sanity. Haha!

joy & I on baclaran church grounds

lighting candles & prayers for everyone

That one candle was also intended for my personal wish in the coming year and that is to be a little sunshine for everyone who I get to encounter, may it be through personal encounter or through my substandard and tawdry writing. 

Happy New Year and may every one of us be a little sunshine to someone this year!

Songs as Sprinkles of Sexiness

If an award and recognition will be handed out for the un-sexiest blog on the planet, it is very likely that this blog would be up on the podium.  My writings are so genial and pleasant I and a lot of people find it so un-sexy!

Though I was not aiming to be sensual and amatory in the first place when I started this blog, other bloggers seem inherently and effortlessly sexy even though they simply post a photo of a flower or would talk about food or would ironically discuss about transcendental, pious and divine principles of living.

I wanna be sexy for once so let me just sprinkle this blog with a dash of sexiness.  Here are two songs I find to be the sexiest songs ever sang and written. 

This 50-year old song exudes sexiness.  My goodness!

Even the icy heart would gyrate to this song! 

What about you? What songs do you find to be the sexiest? drop your answers at the comments below.  Have a sexy day everyone!

Christmas Without Nengkoy

Last Christmas, like any other Christmases in the past, I woke up late.  I have always considered Christmas Day as my laziest day of the year.  If there would be a day that I would give myself as a gift, it would obviously be the Christmas Day.  It is the day when I would spend inside my bedroom all day – relaxing, slackening and lazy-ing (if the latter is a word).

Part of my respite was to just watch YouTube videos all day and peek at what my social media friends have been posting.  Surprisingly, the first YouTube video that I watched last Christmas made me sob and whimper.

2021 is the first Christmas without Nengkoy, my mom.  That is why my family’s Christmas Eve dinner was totally different for the first time.  Absent was the star of our traditional Noche Buena.  Though the Christmas food was really good, the Nengkoy-flavor was not there which I guess I would have to get used to in the next Christmases to come.

me & nengkoy (my forever star of Noche Buena), christmas 2019

The song is so moving, it made me miss my mother this Christmas.  And though my mom will never be forgotten – she’s part and will always be part of my daily prayer – I guess I need to simply just get used to this kind of a Christmas set-up.