WAGAMAMA Cafe…


Wagamama Cafe

If you happen to pass by the main road of Pacita Complex in San Pedro, Laguna, you will noticed that the road is a plethora of shops that sell almost everything that you would need, from food, any girls’ haven (salon), medicine stores, toys for the big boys (car shops), laundry shops, dental clinics, bars, name it.

Of course, who wouldn’t want to stop by for a jar of coffee?

In short, foodie buddy and I spotted another. Wagamama Cafe. Again, out of curiosity, I research for the word: “Wagamama”. It means “naughty child” in the Japanese language.

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Hmmmn… Japanese coffee shop..

And as we enter this cafe, I immediately check their chiller for my favorite dessert.

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They have it, I’m good! =)

two young ladies took our orders which pretty faces and accents were that of Filipino Japanese. We had this assumption that they are the owners of the shop. The two girls were being assisted by an equally good-looking young man who might be a sibling too.

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Facade..
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I am looking for nachos..ahaha!
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And there it is!

After choosing our own spots, we were contemplating between this black leathered 2 seater or that floor culture (a mini Tatami) with zabutons in earth colored fabrics. We opted to choose the former, as the Tatami is too small for us to be doing an Indian sit, or I guess we’re too big for it.

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Floor culture..
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We settled in this mini sofa..
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They just opened..

So what did we have?

For our drinks, we fought over having Rocky caramel coffee. It has chocolate bits on top. I had it and Jen had the White snow coffee. Why white, it is topped with bits of white chocolates.

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Rocky caramel..
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White frost..

For a starter, we would not want to miss their version of nachos. And we both craved for salsa. Theirs is just cheese sauce, mayo and ground beef.

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No salsa..

We also tried their pasta carbonara.

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Not bad..

And for dessert, what else are we gonna get, but a slice of blueberry cheesecake. Our regular dose of anti-oxidants!

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Just okay..
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You’d have fun reading this!
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Meant for coffee lovers! ❤

I am pretty sure that this will be a favorite of artisanal coffee lovers just like us, or an option among the many cafes you will find around this subdivision. An ideal place to hang-out, spend laid back time with families and/ or friends.

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beautsantua

-An only daughter. A mother of an 18 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. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! Though, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow, blue as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food as well, along w/ broccoli, prawns and mushrooms. 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. As I used to write even when I was a teenager, and I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost my father a year before and I guess in one way or another, 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 and mother, 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 so negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for them, 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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