Oyen discovered this restaurant called Rustic Mornings when they did a research on entrepreneurship for their school paper. The place is transformed into a romantic getaway come night time and it’s called Isabelo.
She vouched to bring me, thinking that I would like this kind of ambience.
One sunday morning, we trooped to the inner streets of San Roque in Marikina City. It’s not very far from our residence but the street leading to Rustic Mornings’ compound is narrow. One must be an experienced driver to go in and out of their narrow gate with a two- inch allowance. We had to fold in our side mirrors to be able to clear thru their gate.
I told their security guard to tell the owners “bakbakin nyo yung gate para lumapad ng konti, kahit dalawang pye (two feet). Ideally, they should widen their gate by a meter.
The place has a Greek-Mediterranean vibe.
We lost our reservations because we were half hour late. We had to wait for about 20 minutes for the next available table inside the air conditioned section.
Ohmybuhay in Marikina
The inside dining is small but they have several long tables scattered outside. They are able to put together tagpi-tagpi decors with a nice result.
Hello anak
After waiting for another 15 minutes, we finally got a table inside.
The family of Abe Mondonedo of Jewelmer were at the next table. We used to be neighbors.
Waffle for Oyen
Beef mechado for Edmund. he said it’s good, parang lutong bahay.
My son’s order- tawilis with garlic rice. I think I had the same thing.
The taste was forgettable.
My daughter was correct in saying that I would find this place interesting. Yes, I liked the quaint vibe. I also liked the use of old decors. I liked the blue and white color motif. The place was homey and cute. But I couldn’t say I liked the food.
Blue and white tea bag holder
When the pizza is good, it disappears in 5 minutes. When it’s super good, we re-order, and it would be gone in a splash. But this one, it was a drag. No one was touching it. Finishing it became an obligation kasi sayang. Hindi sya masarap. Hindi naman masama. Siguro sobra lang taas ang expectations namin.
Naubos rin oh, pilit na pilit. We had to push each other to get a slice. One tiny slice was left, no one wanted to take it. Kung masarap yan, agawan pa.
Fresh watermelon sorbet for me. It’s a tiny scoop and a bit pricey if you’re going to ask me.
I forgot how this is called, Oyen and Nyke split it.
Ohmybuhay family photo
He received his paycheck kaya he’s the taya. His salary is P12,000 a month. Naku ipinalandakan ko na.
Thank you anak.
When we got home at around 3 pm,
Edmund picked some santol fruits from the tree behind our house. They’re supposed to be of Bangkok variety pero they came out a lot smaller.
