GARDEN Cafe – A restaurant in Bohol dedicated to the deaf and mute…=)

Garden Cafe – Tagbilaran, Bohol

“The most beautiful thing in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.”~Hellen Keller~

Since blogs are excellent forms to write about something for all its’ worth. Something that can inspire a lot of people. Something that mattered. I decided to write about this quaint restaurant in Bohol that left a significant mark in my heart.

Bottomline: Social awareness.

It is Garden Cafe in Bohol. We landed on this cafe while we were looking for a teller machine. It is just in front this certain bank and we decided to cross the street and check it out. The “Wild, wild West” theme of the facade is enticing.

garden cafe facade
garden cafe
Oh they have a bakery too..

To our surprise, one poster says that all the attendants of this restaurant are either deaf or mute.

Vintage poster..
close up
Close-up of the posters’ portion.

My son even asked me “So how are we going to place our orders?” And I answered him, we will see. At the back of my mind, I was also wondering as to how we will relay them our thoughts. Do we need to write it down or hand gestures. And it is yet to be seen.

polo quesadilla
Pollo quesadillas..

So we had to write our orders. This one tasted really good. It’s like home-made and I noticed something in Bohol, they are excellent in making sauces. The sauce (or salsa) of this one is something to request for more. Pollo is chicken in Spanish.

chiller bb
A chiller with a rotating tray inside.

Aren’t they so enticing? As expected, me and my son ordered for a blueberry cheesecake. A slice for each. It is so creamy, soft and they didn’t skimp on topping blueberries. So, so good. I’ve got tons of anti-oxidants with the blueberries we have consumed for the past days.

This blog will be just brief. My intention is just to plant a seed of thought that there
is a place like this. =)

To check more from this place. You may visit their website:

Garden Cafe is located at:

#8 J.S. Torralba Street, Tagbilaran City, Philippines

Phone: (+63) (38) 411- 2018 | 411-3701 | 501-0268

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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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