the hotel coffee shop

...at the dagupan village/garden hotel.

now, don't get me wrong. the food was okay. not exactly stellar, but not bad at all, perhaps mainly due to the fact of the convenience of it: the entrance was just across the corridor from room eleven, where we were staying.

for the four days we stayed at the hotel, breakfast was always at the coffee shop.

they've got fried chicken that's almost at a par with max's, and their sinigang is of a different persuasion, perhaps in the ingredients they used to attain the sourness of the soup. myself, i just had the fried chicken with another viand (which i don't recall at the moment -- that's how memorable, or not, that other dish was). and that was dinner on the first day.

back to the breakfast bit. four out of four times, i asked for scrambled eggs to go with my breakfast choice (whatever that happened to be at the time: corned beef hash, or bacon...). all those times, i heard the waiter call the kitchen to specify such an egg treatment.

and every time the breakfast arrived, surely enough, the eggs were prepared sunny side up.

most interesting. apparently, the word scrambled means nothing to the good folks over in the hotel kitchen.

...and that's the tale of the hotel cafe. perhaps next time (if there happens to be a next time), i'll just mosey on over to the kitchen and scramble the eggs myself.

vacation tale to be continued.