Epic stride at Epic Coffee Roastery… =)

Epic Coffee Roastery

Scouting for the best venue for an important event before this year ends brought my feet to the diversified food strips of Kapitolyo. Besides, in a few days, we are having our party at one of it’s most famous restaurants, lauded by Philippine Tatler as Best restaurant for several years, Best of Manila, Soo Pinoy among many others. Cafe Juanita.

Just a few blocks away from it, for me it is walking distance, a rustic coffee shop caught my attention.

It’s so epic!

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An epic story to learn from my sissy that Epic Coffee Roastery is the little brother of Poco Deli. Another known restaurant in Kapitolyo that offers artisanal sausages. I was told that they came up with the coffee shop since Poco can no longer accommodate that much guests.

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I enjoyed reading the chalk-written menu boards…

Myself, at that time, is wondering again why can’t I find something like Starbucks or CBTL or Figaro or any shop that will mollify my thirst for an iced latte.

I was greeted by the attendants and I greeted them back and continued walking, when I realized and figured out that I passed by seeing coffee beans…=) So I turned back and asked the “smile still glued on their faces” attendants if they have coffee. And they confirmed that Epic is a coffee shop. A good one if I may say so.

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Best food to partner coffee right? Bite and sip. Sip and bite! =)

I was distracted by the bicycles that are strewed in every corner. An actual one hanging from the ceiling. Posters. Vintage typography. Later I found out, the owners were riders.

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Why is it hanging there? And someone answered – It’s the owner’s hobby.. Oh, I see…
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Epic bikes…
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There are to gos too!

I just had my cafe latte.

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My all time favorite… Cafe latte (with syrup please!)
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And I literally told them I am returning to try their home-made ice cream.

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Home-made ice cream!

It’s been a while since I’ve consumed it like a child, as I have been addicted to frozen yogurts for the past years. To try ice cream (except for the occasional leaks on magnums and cones of DICs), I think this home-made ones are worth a try.

Honestly, I was tempted by the ice cream at that time, I was just in a hurry. I won’t fret. For I shall return with my foodie buddy. =)

I found this while I was looking for Poco Deli, I think it’s going to be helpful to everyone. So I’m posting it. Thanks to:


A friendly guide to Kapitolyo…


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-An only daughter. A mother of a 22 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Lately, I have been enjoying quilting and crafting with beaded fabrics. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! However, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, frozen yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food along w/ broccoli with prawns and mushrooms. Of all the International cuisines, Japanese food is on top of my list. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. I started writing even as a child, I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year(s) they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost both my parents already, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for others' success, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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