Caffe Puccini at the Fort Strip


Cafe Puccini..

I love places that have an incredible history.
I love the Italian way of life, I love the food,
I love the people, I love the attitudes of Italian.
~Sir Elton John~

My foodie buddy and I were thinking of where to dine-out come Sunday of this particular week. We ended up at the Fort Strip and opted to try this authentic Italian Restaurant on this corner block somewhere in Bonifacio Global city.

fr the outside
Welcoming and attractive…
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From the inside…
great interiors
Adorned…

Cafe Puccini reflects all that is Italian, without you reading it’s name, you will know instantly that it’s an Italian restaurant. There are murals everywhere depicting some icons of Italy. Various knick-knacks are all over the place giving us a hint of Italy.

front
Entrance…

They specifically themed their interiors like it’s the 1920s.

We actually found ourselves craving for pastas and pizzas. And so we ordered those for this late Sunday lunch. I must say it is a place that will satisfy all your Italian cravings. Skipping the antipasti (the traditional first course of a formal Italian meal), zuppe (soup) and insalate (salad). They have a wide selection to choose from and are partnered with premium wines. Pastas are of different kinds: penne, spaghetti, lasagna, ravioli, gnocchi, fettuccine to name a few.

This vintage pasta maker caught my attention and I visualized how the chef was forming its’ dough and laid it there to create pastas in different shapes moreso spaghettis! =)

pasta maker
Pasta maker…

As we wait for our orders, our eyes were already filled with experience of Italy. Each item that you see in all corners and walls are reminiscent of what a typical authentic Italian restaurant is.

bar
The bar…
mural 2
To the kitchen…
mural
West wing…
lamp
East wing…
chalkboard
I am always amazed with chalk written menu boards..

The feel is truly there, even in their menus, and even if some terms are unheard of, I didn’t have a hard time recalling them as I encountered them in my recipe books and other Italian restaurants in the Philippines.

menu
Is he Mr. Puccini? (–,)

I even saw their Sommelier assisting this couple across our table as she removes the cork from the wine bottle with a vintage cork borer. As she poured the sauvignon wine to their glasses, it clearly shows, she was trained to do that.

I have estimated that the inside of this restaurant can accommodate more than 50 guests, I especially loved their deep-buttoned scarlet upholstery on their “settee”.

red seats
Scarlet buttoned seats…

And the patio outside can sit more or less than 30 guests.

chands
Their chands…

Having been to many different Italian restaurants including Guiseppe’s in Tacloban City, where the Italian owner mans the place himself, interacts with his guests and reminds me of those wedges and logs of cheeses in their display chiller. He would normally boasts that he bought them himself directly from Italy.

Cafe Puccini on the other hand minus the Italian owner to entertain you, created an Italian ambience like no other.

Most of the guests at that time are foreigners. It was such a good time to bond with one of my best buddies who loves to eat just like me. She had her favorite seafood: lobsters. And ordered for black raviolis filled with minced lobsters’ meat topped with tomato sauce with chunks of lobsters too.

2
Black Raviolis and lobsters..

We shared with each other 10 slices of pizza Italiana with ricotta cheese which aroma I can smell as the waitress was about to bring it on our table. It was topped with salami that are lightly spicy and so the menu said.

1
Pizza Italiana…

Since we are not wine persons, we ordered for their bottomless iced tea that comes with a slice of lemon which enhanced its’ flavor. Just like saying what’s an iced tea without the lemon slice?

iced tea
Thirst quenching…

This late lunch at Cafe Puccini was satiating and we left the place with happy tummies.

menuboard
I want to try their steak too!

Not to forget mentioning the complimentary breads neatly placed on a basket with 2 kind of spreads. A pate and tomato salsa.

4
Pate and Salsa…

Buonissimo! (–,)

ps

They showed us their big display chiller with their specialty cakes lining-up and introduced us to each. Since we were craving for frozen yogurt since last week. We opted to give in to our indulgence and got this salted caramel flavored yogurt. Five toppings in all. Yey! ❤ And that is guiltless bliss! (–,)

froyo
Guiltless…

 

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