Those who know me, know that I will always root for my people. Whether it's the dancers on So You Think You Can Dance, or even those megastars of mixed Filipino heritage, they have instant cheerleaders in me. Surprisingly enough, as proud as I am, I have not made the sufficient rounds nor pilgrimages to all the Filipino establishments that the tri-state area has to offer. Philippine Bread House is one such place. I'm sure I had been here as a young 'un many eons ago, but that was in the pre-blog era which doesn't count.
So now as an adult, I have returned with daughter, godson, and friend in tow. We were en route to Red Ribbon when I saw Philippine Bread House, and decided to make an abrupt stop. It was one of the hottest days ever, so having a parking lot for customers was a godsend. However, that was the only godsend of the trip.
I don't mind the long lines. Their selection of baked goods in the bakery demand it. I don't mind the long wait for my mais con yelo either. It was worth the wait. I don't even mind the jacked up prices of goods when converted from peso to dollar. But, if you're going to charge me American prices, can't you at least treat me like a customer in America?
It was hot as heck and there was no ice water offered. Tap water was literally from the faucet straight into a styrofoam cup if you ask for free water. Otherwise, it's $1.25 for bottled water, which is why I forked over the extra $2.75 to get a more worthwhile beverage. If you want to eat your snacks from the bakery, like sapin sapin and kutchinta-- good luck getting utensils as they are only offered if you order from the turo-turo section. There are also no napkins in sight. My daughter and godson were getting stickier and gooey-er by the second, and after using up the solitary napkins that came with my drink and my friend's meal, we were left scraping around for any spare napkins we may have had in our purses.
Sigh. You know where I am going with this.
Word to the wise: If you are a die-hard pinoy who wants to continue patronizing this place, go like you are in Manila, and BYO napkins.