The place has quite a charm. Most blogs warned us that it is impossible to dine inside Stacy because there is always an event going on. Indeed, there was an ongoing one when we got there (and another one before we left). We were about to head across over to Pancake House when we saw that they lined up some tables outside the restaurant, for the walk-in diners.
Service was a bit slow, because I think the ongoing event made it inconvenient for the waitress to move the food from the kitchen to the outside dining area. But for the meantime, we were to feast on these delightful assortment of popcorn, marshmallows and pretzels. Why didn't this place exist when I was a kid??
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| I'm a collage newbie, but I hope to get better in time. |
There was an incorrigible child at the next table and he was given sheets of paper and crayons. I guess they'd give me some too had I asked. Oh well.
The pitfalls of dining al fresco in the Philippines is the lack of air condition. But that day was rainy and chilly, so I ordered what I thought would be my comfort food: tuyo flakes and chorizo on fried rice and tomato and mango salsa on the side.
My sister went for the safer choice of Homemade Chicken Parmesan.
The food was a bit on the mediocre side, and I suppose it was mostly because the look of the place set expectations too high. But I'm just being picky I guess. Like, I would have wanted my tuyo to be a bit more well-done, and lot less malansa (err...fishy?), and de-boned, please. My sister, on the other hand, is from the school of sweet, Filipino-style spaghetti, and so she found the red sauce on the chicken parmesan too sour. But no matter, the coffee was great.
And then the order for the next table arrived, and omg, I have to have that croque madamme (a croque monsieur with poached egg on the side)! But I could no longer take another bite (did I mention they don't skimp on the rice?), and so we decided to go back the following week, with more company.
As expected, the place was booked again for another event, a baptism, so we were once more relegated to the sidelines. The kind and uber-cheerful waitress however allowed me to take some pics of the inside of the restaurant before the event's guests started arriving.
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| Someone better fix that S. |
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| Cath Kidston aprons. I want, I want. |
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| That adorable pink rotary dial phone still works! |
So anyway, I went back for the croque madamme right? Well, guess what, they ran out of french toasts. So the hyper waitress suggested I have the Apple County instead. I took a quick look at the menu and saw it was a chicken salad sandwich. So alright, get me one of that.
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And I was again disappointed! I started a sarcasm-fueled drivel: It's all mayo and apples and not even a bit of chicken! And this salad dressing! Ugh! And then I saw the menu fineprint description. Chicken salad sandwich indulgently (they weren't kidding on that) blended with premium mayo, refreshing green apple bits and purple grapes... So there. Why was I surprised to see apple bits on the sandwich? What exactly did I expect from the name "Apple County?" So I ate it all up with all the dignity I have left. No actually, I gave the other half to Kororo, who said it wasn't so bad. Of course, why would he complain when he got that really good mushroom soup and the Mobster Meal:
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| That garlic bread is to die for. |
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| Italian sausage with oil and garlic pasta. |
This is what my sister got. Some sort of casserole, which tasted "just fine."
I am on this "perfect Sunday morning" marathon, so I refuse to leave Stacy's without salvaging breakfast. I ordered what I thought was a dish that one could never go wrong: spaghetti and meatballs.
It was okay. Not stellar, but good enough to make me recover from Apple county. Anyways, I'm still going back for the croque madamme.
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| A nice touch. Last time I had butterball was when I was reviewing for the bar. |
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