Bistro by Hill Station

In the past, when we leave Manila at 8 am, we would arrive in Baguio late in the afternoon. Lunch would be halfway somewhere in Tarlac. This time, we were already having lunch in Baguio by 12 noon. Four hours travel time to Baguio is just like getting caught in a nasty traffic along EDSA on a pay-day Friday rush hour.

I was here as a non-golfer companion of my husband who’s competing at the Fil-Am Golf Tournament.  He was here last week but I couldn’t join him as planned because there were things I had to attend to in Manila.  Everyday,  he would ask me to follow him to Baguio but I just decided to join him in the second segment of the tournament.

He was the individual champion last week while their Southwoods team landed fourth.

While he was taking my photo,  a vehicle drove by and greeted him.  Two golfers from Southwoods too.

Para daw akong turista.  Talaga naman.

I was wearing this cotton blouse I bought from Pull and Bear,  made in Tunisia.  Ang mura lang nyan tila 1,000 peso equivalent or even less.

It’s too big on me.  It’s size M, I should have gotten a small.

The interior of Bistro is a bit modern. Edmund and I we’ve been to their mother restaurant Hill Station.

Edmund dined here last week with his friends.

Apple tart

They sell ready-cook deli to go.

Edmund ordered beef salpicao, Like father like daughter.

Their callos was very good except that I didn’t like their rice. The texture didn’t compliment the callos.

More handsome with the Fordham cap. He didn’t want me to take his picture without the cap, manipis na kasi ang bumbunan. Wah epek ang sabila.

The tiramisu looked tempting but my husband was not in the mood to pair it with his coffee. Busog na daw sya.