No, this isn’t a review about a café. It would be misplaced, wouldn’t it? Although, I still wish there was still this café to be reviewed, but alas, it is no longer! I used to frequent Café Urbana after I discovered it. I only happened to pass by it one time a few years ago and I just loved it there. That was up until a couple of years ago when they closed. The couple who owned it moved to France. The café served Filipino/French fusion food. I liked it there because it was most often quiet. Not many people, at the usual time that I go there, are in the café and so I had it to myself, quiet and peaceful. I took long, leisurely lunches there. It was during my care-free days when I could afford to stay at a restaurant for a long time because I hadn’t that much pressing business to attend to. I would have my main course and drinks, then I will have coffee and dessert. I stayed there two to three hours at a time. Why? I read there. Long, leisurely lunches meant eating and reading (or writing) at the same time. And no one disturbs you there. It was also much too small a place for a girl dining alone to be so conspicuous. It was just right for me. Nothing since they closed ever came close to that place for me. I haven’t found a replacement! I love cafés, and I love reading, and I love good food and I love coffee –it was heaven for me: the combination of everything that was perfect!
I loved this red wall. The opposite wall was cream.
Always a book with me. I’m not much of a person who takes a lot of photos. So sometimes I forget until after eating that it would have been nice to take a photo. This was Baked Marinara, my favorite dish there.
The decor was simple. The frames are African.
I missed their dishes and cutlery! The yellow mug was for the napkins.
Their sort-of place mat was newsprint paper and sometimes when I felt the urge to write and I didn’t bring my notebook, I would use it.
Their version of ‘toron’. It was good, too!