I haven’t posted anything entirely personal lately–what with the fictional/non-fictional Flashes and everything–so I thought it only reasonable to have one after the many blue moons that’ve passed.
My family and I have this vacation home in Tagaytay and it’s a wormhole for quaint little places like Sonya’s Garden. The last time I’d been there, I was still a teenager. It was so small and unknown that the owner had the time to give us a tour of the whole place. Back then, you could go around the entire area within 30 minutes. Now, it’s a huge-ass place made for special events, more specifically, weddings. ANYWAY, not the point.
They’ve got a really good “buffet/set meal” for visitors. It’s vegetarian. For the most part, the ingredients come straight from her garden (okay. Now, I’m not too sure. Since the place’s expansion, I can’t see how they never run out) and are served in parts: salad, bread, pasta, dessert. Once you start a course, you can ask for as many refills of dips and add-ons as you wish. However, once you’re done with a said course, there’s no going back. Mum had a ball with the salad so it took an hour before we could move on to the pasta. By that time, we were stuffed.
It’s carbo-loading heaven, really.
Other than the fo0d-coma worthy servings, the place isn’t too bad either. My pictures don’t do it justice (maybe because I really just took pictures of the food. Looked so damn good). There’s a bakery, different dining areas, a spa, and a bed and breakfast now. Also, there’s a stall outside that sells pre-owned designer bags. My heart went: “WHAT THE HELL?”
Drool now.
