I wondered why it was called Cab Cafe. Back in my tour lead days, I was introduced to the concept of the drivers' lounge - where the drivers eat and where complimentary food flows.
Walking down the road from Shaw along Kapitolyo, Cab Cafe comes right next to the carwashes. But nope, no cabs in sight.
You wouldn't miss it. Couches, coffee tables, wood and steel chairs. It looked so homey from afar, I wanted to drop my backpack in the middle of the road and run inside inside like I've come home from a trip to oblivion.
The interior was espresso-colored; less Starbucks, more Coffee Bean. The wood and steel chairs of the olden days makes it feel a lot more pinoy, a lot more comfy.
My eyes were so busy eyeing the cakes on display, I wasn't able to take photos. You should see it yourself though. Moist muffins, meat/tuna/chicken pies, sinful chocolate cakes and, my chosen temptation, pistachio cake.
Jaja, my travel/food/photo buddy, chose the choco pistachio cake and we both got a tuna pie each.
The pistachio cake ranked higher than the choco pistachio cake. The choco pistachio was quite too chocolatey and sweet for a whole slice. A testament that some good things are better without chocolate.
The tuna pie was great - for some reason, it made me think of recess time back in elementary. You know that feeling of excitement over your packed snack? The tuna pie will give you that.
It was quite hot and humid but we stayed outside because I wanted to smoke. Temperature was quite bearable amidst the heat because of the space - they have an industrial fan outside and with that turned on, I'm sure the heat will be quite unnoticeable.
The staff was friendly too. Jaja was chatting her up about the store being from Bacolod and she replied with the confidence that I would like to see in more store attendants.
You know how most attendants are timid and shy away from questions or give really short responses? The staff here is different - or well, at least, the girl manning the counter is. She spoke about the restaurant and of her hometown in a friendly tone with confidence and pride.
She mentioned that all of them are from Bacolod and the restaurant is known as Bob's. Jaja said they're famous for their ribs. (I couldn't remember shit and got so amazed.)
It was so hot outside but dining at Cab Cafe was definite pleasure.
I still don't understand why it's called Cab Cafe but I'm sure to be back for the sinful chocolate cake and, hopefully - if time permits, a cup of coffee, and then maybe I'll ask why it was named that way.
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