Malate Restaurants and Bars

RESTAURANTS

Japanese:

Furusato Japanese Restaurant Roxas Blvd. Tel. (02)525-1005

Ginza Japanese Restaurant Manila Hotel Rizal Park, Tel. (02)527-0011

Rokuro Izakaya 610 J. Nakpil St.

Filipino:

Pepe & Pilar, Maria Orosa St., Tel. (02) 536 4025

The Glasshouse, Adriatico St, Tel. (02) 525 1073

Cafe Adriatico, 1900 M. Adriatico St, Tel. (02) 521 6682

Chinese:

Amity Seafood Restaurant, 1439 M. Adriatico St.

China Sea Asian Seafood Restaurant, Westin Philippine
Plaza, Roxas Blvd.Tel. (02)551-5555 loc. 1528

International/Contemporary:

Cafe Adriatico, Adriatico St., Phone: (02) 525-2509

Bravo!, Nakpil St. Tel. (02) 303-3508

Cafe Caribana, 628 J. Nakpil St, Tel. (02) 524-8421

Garlic Rose, Maria Orosa St., Tel. (02) 524-8421

Cowrie Grill, The Manila Hotel, 1 Rizal Park, Tel. (02)527-0011

The Red Crab Seafood and Steaks, Remedios St., Tel. (02)400-9979, 400-9980

Italian:

Portico, Adriatico St. Tel. (02)523 2063

Thai:

Sala Thai, J. Nakpil St., Tel. (02)522 4694

The Golden Triangle, Maria Orosa St., Tel. 63 (02)522 4833

Spanish:

Luna Pizzaria and Tapas Bar, Orosa St., Tel. (02400-9820

Barbara’s Restaurant, Gen. Luna St., Tel. (02)527-4090

Guernica’s, J. Bocobo St., Tel. (02)521-4415

Bistro Remedios, Remedios Circle, Tel. (02)523-9153 or 521-8097

BARS

Arkdia, Remedios St., (02)400-9974 or
Tel. 02)404-1087

Bedrock Bar and Grill Restaurant, M. Adriatico St., Tel. (02)522-7279 to

The Taming of the Few: Traversing Mount Makiling

By Alman Dave Quiboquibo

Raymund was careful to avoid the murky puddle that lay squat on the trail. It had been raining hard the previous night, and the trek began with more than enough portentous things. We were already delayed by more than two hours, despite having started very early in the morning. The bus bound for Lucena inched, rather painfully, on the southbound side of the National Highway.

I had been aware of the less than ideal circumstances early on as I had difficulty sleeping. I was fidgeting with great unease on my seat, and accidentally nudged the person next to me. “Are we there yet?” Raymund asked with the same dazed and confused look most people wear when they are suddenly disturbed from sleep.

“I don’t know where we are,” I replied, as I looked out the window. It was still very dark, but a procession of pedestrians had already started outside. “We might as well join these guys and start our trek right here,” I said, smiling. Raymund was not amused. He was tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. He was wearing a new pair of trekking boots, and our destination would be its first mountain.

“What’s causing all this traffic?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders. Earlier, the conductor and some passengers were huddling near the door. Rumor had traveled down the queue of stalled vehicles that a truck loaded with asphalt had turned turtle along the highway, causing a mammoth jam on both sides. No one knew for sure. There was still no sight of the enchanted mountain which we’ve decided to climb, and Raymund fell asleep before I could tell him what I overheard.

This was our third training climb with Pilipinas Sierra, Inc., an environmental outdoor group, which yearly takes in a bunch of trekking enthusiasts. Our itinerary was written on a small piece of paper which I kept in my pocket. I fished it out and smoothed away the creases. I checked my watch. We were terribly off schedule, and we reached Sto. Tomas in Batangas long after the first light of day. Mar, the team leader, wanted the group to chase the unexpected delay. We’d be having very few take fives on this hike, I thought.

Raymund and I were bunched in the first group. We followed Mar as he ambled along the familiar trail with a confident and steady gait. He had been through this pass many times. “Keep the creek to your left,” he said, as we paused. He looked around for some twigs, and I handed him one near my foot. The path had forked, so he took the branches and formed an ‘x’ on the path turning left. He was educating us on the value of trail signs. Behind me, Raymund picked up a leaf and wiped the mud off his new shoes.

Makiling is a mountain steeped in legend. There are persistent stories about climbers never returning, of hikers getting lost for hours. Its trails are narrow and confusing, with several suspect turns. The surrounding greens can also be oppressive, leaving precious little space for mountaineers to walk shoulder to shoulder. For the most part, we hiked, single file, watching the burdensome backpacks of the hikers in front of us bobbing up and down. What makes this mountain particularly tricky, however, is that there are hardly any real and permanent landmarks to peg a trail. A few minutes on the wrong turn could lead to as much as an hour’s delay. Even for an experienced guide like Mar, who was part of the trailblazing group that hacked what is now known as the Makiling Traverse – a route which spans two provinces – the trail can provide some puzzles. The mountain’s texture shifts according to the dictates of the season. On the blessed Saturday morning when we began our climb,
Makiling was wrapped thickly in her rain garments.

Had the conditions been any different, the trek through Makiling’s forests would not have been any easier. Along with some personal clothing carefully wrapped in individual Ziploc bags, I was equipped with 4 liters of water, a dome tent which sleeps five people comfortably, a stove and fuel bottle, a non-stick cookset consisting of two pots and a frying pan, complete kitchen utensils, half a dozen eggs, a collection of cooking herbs, a folding three-legged stool, and a camp lantern. The fiberglass poles of my tent were sticking out of my bag like a bunch of antennas, as they were too long to fit inside. Lifting the bag was an ordeal. Multiply that weight with the number of steps and the number of hours we’d be spending on the trail. My back has never had this sort of brutal punishment.

An hour had gone by when the group found itself dwarfed by the cogon grass lining the narrow path. The blades bent inwards, and the trail was barely distinguishable. I had already made a career out of slipping, and the protrusion on my backpack had been tangled countless times on the many mangled branches of the surrounding trees. Around about this time, Raymund had completely surrendered to the inevitability of the earth finding its way deep into the crevices on the sole of his boots. “I don’t think Vibram was made for wet tropical conditions,” he remarked, referring to the patented technology embedded in his modern boots, as he struggled to get a secure foothold on the slippery earth. There are abrupt upward angles in the trail, and both Raymund and I had to rely on whatever we could get our hands on to prop ourselves up. The traction on our soles had been unavailing, as at least half an inch of mud had collected underneath them.

No one in the group was ill equipped for the climb. Each one was assisted by some form of technology designed for the outdoors and for conditions more extreme than those that visited Makiling on that weekend. But when a series of natural obstacles makes helpless even the most modern piece of equipment, you realize that despite your arsenal of fancy-sounding trademarks, the best gear you will ever bring with you on any climb, is yourself. This much we learned when we took our first real break in a clearing on the way to Palanggana, where we scheduled our lunch. Sweat-wicking fabric and waterproof membranes had all but succeeded in their promises. The aluminum staves on our backpacks designed to disperse weight from the shoulders to the hips seemed non-existent. And regardless of how much care we exerted, mud had crawled all the way up to our shoulders. None of the trainees had ever been this dirty on any of our climbs, but everyone seemed to be filled with cheer. We were a mer
ry band of raggedy stragglers who sincerely reveled in what would have been otherwise miserable circumstances.

When we resumed our trek after a few minutes, Mar said that we might just make the itinerary. “Palanggana is just over there,” he said, and waved his hand on an area obscured by tall trees and a thick layer of mist. The outlying views of Batangas and Laguna were screened off by clouds which enveloped Makiling. Everywhere, there was an ever-present gray curtain threatening to descend upon the company. The challenges were escalating in their difficulty, but there was less reason to complain. With the sun blotted out, heat had not contributed to our exhaustion.

Finally, we reached Palanggana: another clearing barricaded by a collusion of small and tall trees. Above us, the sky could not be seen as the branches of leaves had clasped their leaves over us. I took out my portable stool and found a corner to rest my tired legs. I picked up a small twig and poked at the mud which had settled under my boots. It was just past 1 in the afternoon, but it could have very well been nearing dusk. Raymund took out his digital camera and began taking pictures, but he complained that a flash was necessary to get decent photographs. Very little light filtered in through the thick clouds and dense canopy. Our clothes had been robbed of their bright colors, as though the mist had soaked us all in a somber gray. Then a somnolent air hung over the small company of 21 climbers when each one of us focused on eating our lunches and recharging our spent bodies. We had already been struggling for five hours on the trail, and had suffered several slips, cuts,
falls, and tumbles. We were all terribly hungry.

But pregnant silences are always uncomfortable, and the sorrowful air was soon punctured with explosions of laughter as each one shared food, water and anecdotes of how half a day in the mountain had reduced us all into clumsy, flat-footed, earth-worshipping creatures. The tail group, particularly the sweeper, Mike, a burly man who had at least twice my frame, had grumbled the most, because those who had gone ahead had done such a great job at punishing the trail, and making the obstacles more difficult than they already were.

When the hour we allocated for lunch expired, we loaded our backpacks again and started the trek to Gubatan, our designated campsite. The folks at Pilipinas Sierra are fairly disciplined climbers who stick to plans and who keep their impact to a minimum. Mike told the group to go ahead and said that he’d check the area where we had our lunch to make sure we left no trace.

As we picked up our pace, Mar predicted that we would make Gubatan in less than two hours. I started singing as the trail offered fewer challenges, but my companions preferred the voices of the many birds that make their home in Makiling. Finally, we reached a wide circular clearing where there were visible signs of recent human activity. Some empty plastic bottles had been surreptitiously hidden behind a tree, and in the middle were the black ashes of burned sticks washed out by the downpour the previous night. Mar grumbled at the sight, but said it cannot be helped. There are others who climb mountains with no regard for nature’s capacity to renew itself. I proceeded to a corner and started imagining pitching my tent there.

“Hey let’s go!” Raymund snapped. Mar had placed a smaller stone on top of a bigger stone in one of the paths so that others would follow. Although we were already in Gubatan, the first spot was not our designated campsite. In fact, we had encountered two more clearings before we reached a much larger area where we decided to set up camp. The area looked very much like an unknown location deep inside the bosom of a vast rainforest. It was savage and surreal, surrounded by small plants not seen anywhere else, and decked by several tall trees whose leaves converged well above our heads. Some of the trees were visibly old; their roots branched out far from the trunk, like an intricate spider’s web permanently embossed on the ground. Some of the trees were tormented by a confusion of slippery-looking vines which wrapped the sturdy trunks in an asphyxiating embrace. Each time a little wind passed, the trees shivered and sent down their wet blessings to the ground, even as the mist
which hung unceremoniously from the sky kept warning that it might drizzle anytime soon.

The others had yet to arrive, and I decided to lay claim on a spot beside one of the tall trees. Raymund and the other members of my group helped in pitching my large tent. The moment it stood, there was disbelief in their eyes. They found it remarkable that I stuffed that big a tent in my pack and had declined to share any of the other group equipment. “Don’t worry,” I replied. “This won’t happen again.”

As the remaining few who decided to pay homage to Makiling arrived and pitched their tents, we decided to prepare dinner while there was still some light. It was only a little after 4, and I wanted to rest but I was the designated cook. The others had left to fetch water from a source about 30 minutes away, and I was left to tend to our makeshift kitchen. I’ve only been climbing for over a year, and had been to only a handful of mountains, but I’ve consistently remarked that I’ve had some of my best meals while out at camp, and not because anything would taste good to an exhausted and famished climber. Since we’ve gone through all that effort, we believe in rewarding ourselves with a superb dinner. I took out my stove and my cookware with no intention to disappoint.

Later on, as nighttime came like a dark blanket suddenly thrown over the canopy of trees, the scent of my Thai garlic pork simmering over a consistent fire had attracted several inquiries. Nearby, Japanese beef curry was brought to a boil. I wore my headlamp and watched over the meals I was preparing. I had already botched my mixed vegetables, but my main course and the Oriental Nido soup had more than made up for the error.

After dinner, each of the three groups exhibited their absolute lack of acting talents with the mandatory presentations. Soon thereafter, bottles of gin were placed at the center while a lamp lit the faces of the climbers. I settled inside my tent but failed to escape the shots as the gin made their rounds. And I think I was having one shot too many. Crickets and a host of other insects started lamenting my absolute lack of control for alcohol. I dozed off muttering many things which I could not recall in my drunken state.

In spite of that, I was up a few moments before Mar boomed his voice over the campsite to rouse the campers from their sleep. The trek down to the other side is a bigger ordeal. I boiled water, and started slicing some onions for my omelets. Since there was a surplus of eggs, I decided to make two. I think I was far too ambitious with my breakfast plans, but ended up putting everything into the pan. But the touch of basil had made quite an impression on the famished climbers.

Even while the sun struggled to sneak its rays in through the thick mist which had wrapped Makiling, we tore down the campsite, and made sure we had packed everything in, including the smallest details of our visit. I had the most difficult time, because my tent increased in size and in weight. I was almost unable to stuff it inside my backpack. Mar began explaining the series of challenges that we would find along the trail to our destination: Los Ba̱os in Laguna. Unlike most mountains, we had camped at a clearing far below the summit. The peaks of Makiling Рthere are three of them Рhad been reduced to footnotes along the long and difficult trail.

With Mar leading the way, the bunch began a gentle ascent. Each one still looked a little shot: deprived of sleep and the usual comforts of home, but no less energetic. Some had not bothered to change, and were wearing the same clothes that had been dirtied beyond description the previous day. The first bottleneck were some small boulders planted precariously at the edge of a steep cliff. With more faith than actual strength, you pull yourself up by holding on to a slender piece of rope which hung down along the steep path.

There are many distractions along the trail, least of which are the magnificent views of the outlying towns. We were all but deprived of any feeling of vertigo, as the deep ravines on either side of the narrow trail along a thin ridge had been obliterated by the fog. Occasionally, the more observant climbers were blessed with sightings of pitcher plants, and other strange looking flora which would probably land us a fine had we been less circumspect and decided to show them off at home. But perhaps the more pressing concern for many was our passage through the mossy forest, where countless leeches make their residence. I had my first encounter early on during the previous day. I found what I thought was a black worm inching along my arm. It was almost as long as a matchstick, and just as thin. There were barely visible stripes along its shiny, slimy body. It looked deceptively harmless, and I brought it nearer for closer inspection. “Limatik!” Raymund screeched and brushed it
away.

I wish I could have reacted just as quickly as I struggled to propel myself up the incline of Haring Bato: an imposing wall of rock which stood between me and Peak 2. Both of my hands were holding on to a fat piece of rope (the same used to moor ships) hanging from high above. Jun, who had decided to overtake me and was already at the top of the rock, was giving instructions on where I should place my foot for a more secure grip. My cumbersome backpack was assisting gravity in pulling me down. I almost fell as I let go of one hand to signal that there was a leech on one of Jun’s cheeks. He flicked it away immediately.

When I finally found myself at the top, I stood for a moment at the edge, feeling a little triumphant, and watched as the others behind me labored to overcome the challenge. I was tempted to break into song, but decided against it as the weather had not been auguring well. In my celebration, I had almost failed to appreciate the abundance of danger which was all around, and realizing that one wrong move would send me plunging down to unknown depths, I called out for some assistance, and Jun was only too eager to reach out.

I found Mar later resting in the middle of an area where the surrounding cogon grass had been trampled to make a clearing. This is Peak 2 of Makiling, one of the summits, and perhaps the most ideal place to camp on a weekend sunnier than this. There was nothing to see, but with Mar’s narration, it was easy to imagine looking out into the horizon once the sun has set, and watching the barrage of city lights rival the twinkling of the stars. The peak could accommodate only around four tents, and I thought about returning if only to see for myself what others had enjoyed on sunnier days.

One by one, the remainder of the group arrived, having overcome Haring Bato. We took a few more minutes rest at the peak and checked for leeches. Raymund had applied a generous helping of Vicks on his ears, and refilled his atomizer with some rubbing alcohol. Much later, as I was admiring an ancient, gnarled tree robed in thick moss, I felt something swaying in front of my right eye. Thinking it was hair, I moved it away with my hand, but it remained there. I could not have been anymore histrionic when I called out for Raymund’s help. His glasses had been fogging, so he removed it and could not see what I was complaining about. “There’s a limatik on my right eye!” I shouted. He took out his atomizer and pressed it twice on my face. The leech fell off and I felt a sharp sting on my eye for several minutes, not from the bite, but from the alcohol.

As we neared Peak 1, I realized what the advocates of packing light were talking about. Tree trunks and huge branches, and sometimes even exposed roots crossed the trail. Some were low enough to cross over, but many times, we had to crawl under them, the full length of our bodies in complete contact with the ground. Down on all fours, we are taught once again the value of humility.

With some difficulty, we reached Peak 1 where we found some students from UP Los Baños who had come up for a day climb. They were cowering underneath a tarp hanging from a tree. It had started to rain, and the teens were ill prepared for the testy weather. None of us seemed affected, and we proceeded to the trail which would bring us down to the other end of our traverse. It would be down-mountain from hereon. This was not necessarily easier, I realized, as my backside absorbed the brunt of the many falls I suffered from being too careless.

When the slope began to roll gently down, the strangest things started to happen. After having spent the better part of the morning tackling a host of challenges on a most inhospitable trail, the next couple of hours on more or less gentle terrain became the most unbearable. Judith, the only “amazon” who had dared to join the boys on this climb, broke her usual silence and asked, at regular intervals, if we were there yet. And as is casual among climbers, Jun must have repeated “30 minutes and we’ll be at the Nursery” almost after every thirty minutes.

After a little while, the trail opened wide. We had reached the road, and impatience started to grow. There were some makeshift homes along the way, and even a store where we stopped for a drink. I took out some trail food and shared them with the kids who had come out of their homes to inspect me. I appeared to them like a dirty curiosity, and the moment they snatched the Jellyace from my hand, they ran quickly away. I wondered what it was that scared them. Apparently, I had some stowaways still clinging on to my shirt and my bag. Leeches had traveled down all the way from the peaks. When I lifted my jogging pants, just above my socks I found a number of bloodsuckers, looking a lot like small but plump grapes ripe for the picking. I felt absolutely no pain, and I removed them without much drama, to the utmost disgust of the locals.

Finally, we had lunch at the UPLB Nursery. The rain had paused, and there were some young boys and girls from a college in Laguna waiting for their companions to return from some outdoor activity nearby. One of them quizzed me about how heavy my pack was and where we began our trek. “What province are we at?” I asked.

“Laguna,” she promptly said.

“Well, we started our journey in Batangas,” I replied.

“Liar!” she shot back. But I was too tired to explain the details of our trek. Instead, we just laughed at her disbelief, and I said we had been walking since yesterday. I finished lunch quickly and the rest of the group started the final descent.

Just before we reached the campus, we regrouped to peel away the second skin leased to us by Makiling. Each one had taken a piece of the mountain with him. I fished out a fresh set of clothes from my bag and queued for the shower. The UPLB has provided climbers with a facility where they could clean themselves before they rejoined the rest of society. Some of us were nursing not a few cuts and bruises, others were lamenting the failure of their equipment, but no one seemed to regret joining the climb. Mountains are always a source of spiritual awakening, and Makiling had provoked in us a profound sense of adventure. Indeed, that mountain is enchanted, and each one of us went home that day possessed.

Boracay beach resorts & hotels

Angol:

Jazzed Up Café Hotel, Tel. 63-36-2885170, Fax: 2885171

Casa Pilar

Villa Camilla, Tel. 63-36-2883354, Fax: 2883106

Culpepper Lodge, Tel. 63-36-2885072

Saigon Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883203, Fax: 2883532

Floremar Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883601

The Orchids Resort, Tel. & Fax: 63-36-2883165

Austrian Pension House, Tel. 63-36-2883406

Casa Camilla, Tel. 63-36-2883051

357 Boracay, Tel. 63-36-2883040

Sea Side Cottages, Tel. 63-36-2883138

Melinda’s Garden, Tel. 63-36-2883021

Alyssa Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883102

Moreno’s Place, Tel. 63-36-2883182

Angol Point, Tel. 63-36-2883107

A-Rock Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883201, Fax: 2883526

Manggayad:

St. Vincent Cottages

Roque’s Place, Tel. 63-36-2883356

Laguna de Boracay, Tel. 63-36-2886173, Fax: 2883480

Mona-Lisa Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883205

La Isla Bonita Cottage, Tel. 63-36-2883501

Ati-Atihan Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883226

Villa de Oro, Tel. 63-36-2885456, Fax: 2603070

Le Soleil de Boracay, Tel. 63-36-2886209, Fax: 2886118

Lorenzo Main Resort, Tel. & Fax: 63-36-2883808

La Luna Court, Tel. 63-36-2883657, Fax: 2883766

Calypso Villa, Tel. 63-36-2886241, Fax: 2883478

Casa Pilar, Tel. 63-36-2883202

Bamboo Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883109, Fax: 2885047

Tonglen Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883457, Fax: 2883919

Dalisay Village Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883266

Morimar Boracay Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883120

Nigi Nigi Nu Noos, Tel. 63-36-2883101, Fax: 2883112

Nirvana Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883140, Fax: 2883083

Paradise Garden Resort Hotel, Tel. 63-36-2883411, Fax: 2883557

El Centro Island Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2886352, Fax: 2886055

B & B Beach Resort, Tel. & Fax: 63-36-2883235

Boracay Beach Chalets, Tel. 63-36-2883992, Fax: 2883209

Boracay Imperial Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883506

Balabag:

Boracay Gold Crowne Club, Tel. 63-36-2883942, Fax: 2883637

Pearl of the Pacific, Tel. 63-36-2883220, Fax: 2883961

Boracay Hideaway Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883548

Boracay Plaza Beach Resort, Tel. & Fax: 63-36-2883702

Boracay Regency Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2886111, Fax: 2886777

Bans Cottages, Tel. 63-36-2883156

Cocomangas Hotel Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883409, Fax: 2883061

Crystal Sands Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883149, Fax: 2883087

Fiesta Cottages, Tel. 63-36-2883818

Frendz Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883803

Friday’s, Tel. 63-36-2886200, Fax: 2886222

Galaxy Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883130

GP’s Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883139

Jony’s Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883119

La Reserve Beach Club, Tel. 63-36-2883020, Fax: 2883017

Mango Ray Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883301

Pink Patio Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883888

Red Coconut Beach Hotel, Tel. 63-36-2883507

Sand Castle Resort,Tel. 63-36-2883207, Fax: 2883449

Seabird International Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883047, Fax: 2883816

Sea Gaia Divers Lodge, Tel.63-36-2883661

Sea Wind Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883091, Fax: 2883425

Seraph Hotel, Tel. 63-36-2886633, Fax: 2886663

Serina’s Place, Tel. 63-36-2883224

Sunshine Place, Tel. 63-36-2883221

The Club Ten Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883638

Tirol & Tirol Resort, Tel. & Fax: 63-36-2883165

Waling-Waling Beach Hotel, Tel. 63-36-2885555, Fax: 2884555

Willy’s Beach Resort, Tel. 63-36-2883395, Fax: 2883016

Other Resorts:

Boracay Beach & Yacht Club, Manok-Manok

Club Panoly Resort Hotel, Punta-Bunga, Tel. 63-36-2883011, Fax: 2883134

JMBS Cottages, Diniwid, Tel. 63-36-2883934

Mika’s Place, Diniwid, Tel. & Fax: 63-36-2883475

Paradise Bay, Tulubhan, Tel. 63-36-2885124, Fax: 2885127

Malapascua Beach Resorts & Hotels

Cocobana Beach Resort, Tel. 63-32-4371040

Blue Water Malapascua Beach Resort, Tel. +63-9185872427

Logon Beach Resort, Tel. 63-918-9137278

Blue Corals Beach Resort, Tel. 63-32-4371020

Loida’s Beach Club, Tel. +63-9188920291

Malapascua Exotic Island Dive & Beach Resort, Tel. 4370983, Fax: 4370984, Mobile: +63-919-6903947

White Sand Bungalows, Tel. +63-9273167471

Mangrove Oriental Resort, Tel. +63-9194811861

Sunsplash Resort, Tel. +63-9272741756

Ging Ging’s Flower Garden

The Palm Place

Tropical Beach Resort

Monteluna Beach Resort

Monterubio Beach Resort

Peter Baadsmand Beach Resort

Sunrise Beach Resort

Zambales Hotels and Resorts

Iba:

Palmera Garden Hotel and Resort, Tel. 63-47-8112109, Fax: 63-47-8111886

Ocean View Beach House, Amungan Iba

Botolan:

Rama Beach Resort, Tel.63-9189101280, Fax: 63-47-8111042

Subic:

White Rock Beach Resort, Matain, Subic, Tel. 63-47-2324446

Legenda Hotel, Subic Bay Freefort, Tel. 63-47-2521888

Grande Island Resort

Club Morroco Beach Resort

Country Cottage Resort (open cottages), Tel. (63-47-2321364

Apo Resort (open cottages), Tel. (63-47-2322411

Forest Hills Village Resort

Makati restaurants and bars

RESTAURANTS

Filipino

Cafe Via Mare Greenbelt 1, Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-893-2306

Adobo Republic San Antonio Village, Tel. 63-2-728-1401

Giligan’s Island Restaurant and Bar Glorietta 2 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-752-8549

Global Cafe Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-757-4906, 728-1317

Gloria Maris Greenbelt 2 Ayala Center, Tel. 757-4171 to 74

Friends and Neighbors Restaurant, P. Burgos Bgy. Poblacion Tel. 63-2-899-3351, or 899-3335, 896-9216

Ilonggo Grill, Glorietta 1 Ayala Center, Tel. 817-1652

Mangan, Glorietta 1 Ayala Center, Tel. 893-9788

Cabalen, Glorietta 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-8935915

Whistlestop, 116 Jupiter St., Tel. 63-2-890 4728

Kamayan Restaurant, 47 Pasay Road, Tel. 63-2-815 1463

International

Cafe Havana G/F Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-521 8097

French

Prince Albert Rotisserie, Hotel Inter-Continental Ayala Ave., Tel. 63-2-815-9711 loc. 571 or 572

Red, Makati Shangri-La Hotel Ayala Ave., Tel. 63-2-840-0884, 813-8888

Cafe Breton, Greenbelt 3 Ayala center

Soleil Cafe Moderne Greenbelt 2 Ayala Center, Tel. 757-3600, 757-3599

Souper Crepes, Enterprise Bldg. Paseo de Roxas cor. Ayala Ave. Tel. 63-2-752-2530

Spuntino Coffee Shop, The Olympia Condotel, Makati Ave.

Italian

Carpaccio Ristorante Italiano, Yakal St. San Antonio Vill., Tel. 63-2-843-7286, 897-3164

Caruso Pizzeria Ristorante Nicanor Garcia Ct. Bel-Air Vill., Tel. 895-2451

Grassi’s Cafe, Rockwell Center, Tel. 63-2-729-6740 to 41

IL Ponticello Cafe Ristorante, Valero St.,

Salcedo Vill., Tel. 63-2-887-7168, 887-4998

Italianni’s Restaurant, Greenbelt 2 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-728-0291, 728-0289

L’Opera Ristorante Italiano, Anson Arcade Paseo de Roxas, Tel. 63-2-844-3283, 887-5158

Don Henrico’s Glorietta 4 Ayala Center, Tel. 729-7482 to 85

El Cuento, Glorietta 4 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-757-2987

La Nuova, McKinley Rd., Forbes Park, Tel. 817-8568

Japanese

Inagiku, Makati Shangri-La Hotel, Tel. 63-2-813-8888 loc. 7588, 7599

Isshin Japanese Restaurant 1024 Arnaiz Ave., Tel. 63-2-844-1512, 817-2548

Kai, Greenbelt 2 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-757-5209, 757-5210

Little Tokyo, Pasong Tamo, Tel. 63-2-819-5008, 819-5009

Masan Garden, Polaris St., Bel-Air Vill. 1, Tel. 896-9395

Wasabi Bistro and Bar The Olympia Bldg, Makati Ave., Tel. 63-2-840 4223

Ajisen Ramen, (The Paseo Center Paseo de Roxas Salcedo Vill., Tel. 63-2-812-5395

Azuma-ya Noodle House, 900 Arnaiz Ave., Tel. 63-2-817-6252, or 843-4285

Benkay Japanese Restaurant, Dusit Hotel Nikko EDSA cor. Pasay Rd., Tel. 63-2-867-3333

Bento Box, Leviste St. Salcedo Vill., Tel. 813-7272, 817-9417

Indian

Kashmir, 816 Arnais Ave., Tel. 844-4927, 844-4924

Long Grain, Power Plant Mall Rockwell, Tel. 63-2-898-1859

The New Bombay, Dela Costa St. Salcedo Vill. Tel. 63-2819-2892

Spices Restaurant, The Peninsula Manila Makati Ave., Tel. 63-2-810-3456, 812-3456

Vietnamese

Pho Hoa Vietnamese Noodle House, Greenbelt 1 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-813-4740

Thien Duong Vietnamese Restaurant, Dusit Hotel Nikko

Hue, Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center

Pho Bac, Glorietta 2, Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-894 4308

Seafood

Aberdeen Court, Makati Ave., Tel. 63-2-898-2888

Barrio Fiesta, Makati Ave. cor. Valdez St., Tel. 899-4020 to 21

Bocarino’s, New World Hotel, Arnais Ave., Tel. 63-2-811-6888

Cafe Bola, Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-757-2652

Cascada, Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-757-4368, or 757-4369

Dencio’s Bar and Grill, Power Plant Mall, Rockwell, Tel. 63-2-898-0660, or 898-0601

Gerry’s Grill, 20 Jupiter St. Bel-Air

Old Manila The Peninsula Manila, Makati Ave., Tel. 63-2-810-3456, or 812-3456

The Good Earth Tea Room, Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-757-4561 to 62

Tian-Tian Hot Pot and Seafood Cuisine 928 Pasay Rd.

Tin Hau, Mandarin Oriental Hotel, Makati Ave., Tel. 750-8888 loc. 2424/2422

Tony Roma’s Restaurant, Glorietta 4 Ayala Center

Mediterranean

Pasha, Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-757-4981, 757-4983

Mati Power Plant Mall, Rockwell Center, Tel. 898-2505 to 06, 897-6284

Stars of Giorgio, 2297 Pasong Tamo Extension, Tel. 63-2-893 7518

The Cafe Mediterranean, Greenbelt 1, Paseo de Roxas, Tel. 63-2-894 1308

Thai

Benjarong Royal Thai Restaurant, Dusit Hotel Nikko, Tel. 867-3333, 867-3888

Cafe Plaza, Westin Philippine Plaza, Roxas Blvd., Tel. 63-2-551-5555 loc. 1529

Dusit Thani, Glorietta 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-893-1832

Gourmet Fried Rice, Cosmopolitan Tower, Valero St., Salcedo Vill., Tel. 63-2-812-2436

Malai Thai Cuisine, Paseo de Magallanes, Magallanes Vill.

Korean

Chongno Restaurant J. Bocobo cor. Nakpil St. Malate, Tel. 63-2-525-7430

Jin Go Gae Makati Ave. cor. Kalayaan Ave., Tel. 63-2-890-0278

Sorabol Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-757-4853

Kaya Korean Restaurant Power Plant Mall Rockwell, Tel. 63-2-898-0934 to 35

Korea Garden Restaurant Jupiter St., Tel. 63-2-895-5443, 896-4361

BARS

Coffee Shop

Cable Car, San Lorenzo Arcade Pasay Rd., Tel. 63-2-844-2369, 843-8213

Cafe Bola, Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-757-2652

Island Café, Makati Shangri-La, Lobby, Tel. 63-2-840-0884, 813-8888 loc. 7588 or 7599, 7588

Windows Cafe, Power Plant Mall Rockwell Tel. 63-2-898-1863, 898-1862

Cafe Breton, Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-757-4125, 63-2-757-4124

Cafe Metro, Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center

Le Coeur de France, Glorietta 2 Ayala Center Tel. 63-2-894-0976

Live Band

Sa Guijo, Guijo St. Makati

Hard Rock Cafe Glorietta 3 Ayala Center, Tel. 63-2-893-4661 to 66

Heckle and Jeckle Cafe and Bar Jupiter St. cor. Makati Ave., Tel. 63-2-890-6904

Shangri-La Makati – Lobby Lounge, Makati Shangri-La, Lobby, Tel. 63-2-813-8888

Piper’s, C. Palanca St. Legaspi Vill., Tel. 63-2-887-0107

The Captain’s Bar, Mandarin Oriental Hotel, Makati Ave., Tel. 63-2-750-8888

The Conservatory, The Peninsula Manila, Makati Ave., Tel. 63-2-810-3456, 812-3456

Dance Bar

Café Havana, Greenbelt 3 Ayala Center

Sports Bar

Coronado Lanes, Anson’s Arcade A. Arnaiz Ave.,Tel. 63-2-844-0641

Detour, Jupiter St. Bel-Air

Filling Station, P. Burgos St., Tel. 63-2-8972053

National Sports Grill, Greenbelt 1 Ayala Center Tel. 63-2-752-5431, 752-5472

Paeng’s Midtown Bowl, Anson’s Arcade Arnaiz Ave., Tel. 63-2-843-4438

Heckel & Jeckel, Jupiter St.

Tagaytay resorts and hotels

Taal Vista Hotel Aguinaldo Highway, Tel. 63-46-4131000, Fax: 63-46-4131225

Club Estancia Resort Hotel, Zone II, San Jose, Tel. 63-46-4131331, Fax: 63-46-4131047

Royale Parc Hotel Silang Crossing, Aguinaldo Highway, Tel. 63-46-4131032, Fax: 8601474

Royal Taal Inn Calamba Road, Tel. 63-46-4131066

Days Hotel, Aguinaldo Highway, Tel. 63-46-4132401, Fax: 4132323

Tagaytay Mahogany Hotel, J.P. Rizal Avenue, Tel. 8600697, Fax: 8600409

Country Inn, Aguinaldo Highway, Tel. 63-46-4130311, Fax: 4132911

Tagaytay Tavern, J.P. Rizal Avenue

Cebu City hotels, inns & lodging houses

Juan Osmena Street:

Century Plaza Hotel, Tel. 63-32-2551697,
Fax: 2551664

Vacation Hotel, Tel. 63-32-2532766, Fax: 2536554

NS Royal Pension, Tel. 63-32-2545358,
Fax: 2551556

C’est La Vie Pension, Tel. 63-32-2532376

Osmena Boulevard:

Arbel’s Pension House, Tel. 63-32-2535303

YMCA, Tel. 63-32-2534057

Pacific Pensionne Tel. 63-32-2535271, Fax: 2611792

Fuente Osmena:

Cebu Midtown Hotel Tel. 63-32-2539711, Fax: 2539765

Elegant Circle Inn, Tel. 63-32-2541601, Fax: 2541606

Garwood Park Hotel Tel. 63-32-2531131, Fax: 2530118

F. Ramos Street:

Diplomat Hotel, Tel. 63-32-2546342, Fax: 2546346

Kan-Irag Hotel, Tel. 63-32-2531151, Fax: 2536935

Holiday Plaza Hotel, Tel. 63-32-2549880, Fax: 2547646

Pelaez street:

Golden Valley Inn, Tel. 63-32-2538660, Fax: 2538482

Cebu Century Hotel Tel. 63-32-2551341 to 47, Fax: 2551600

McSherry Pension House, Tel. 63-32-2544792

Hotel de Mercedes Tel. 63-32-2531105 to 10, Fax: 2533880

Gorordo Avenue:

St. Moritz Hotel Tel. 63-32-2311148, Fax: 2312485

West Gorordo Hotel, Tel. 63-32-2314347, Fax: 2311158

Kukuk’s Nest Pension House, Tel. & Fax: 63-32-2315180

The Golden Peak Hotel, Tel. 63-32-2338111, Fax: 4122195

Don Gil Garcia Street:

Jasmine Pension House, Tel. 63-32-254559, Fax: 2542686

Westpoint Inn, Tel. 63-32-2543433, Fax: 2544524

Verbena Pension House, Tel. 63-32-2534440, Fax: 2533430

Salinas Drive:

Waterfront Cebu City Hotel, Tel. 63-32-2326888, Fax: 2326880

La Guardia Hotel, Tel. 63-32-2323789, Fax: 2313576

Others:

Hotel Asia, Don Jose Avila St., Tel. 63-32-2558536, Fax: 2533805

Cebu Elicon House, General Junquera St., Tel. 63-32-2539189, Fax: 2530367

Eddie’s Hotel, Manalo St., Tel. 63-32-2548570, Fax: 2548578

City Park Inn, Archbishop Reyes Ave., Tel. 63-32-2327311,
Fax: 2327382

Fuente Pension House, Don Julio Llorente St., Tel. 63-32-2534133, Fax: 2544365

Cebu City Marriott Hotel, Cardinal Rosales Ave., Tel. 63-32-2326100, Fax: 2326101

Kiwi Lodge, Tud Tud St., Mabolo, Tel. & Fax: 63-32-2329550

Mango Park Hotel General Maxilom Ave., Tel. 63-32-2331511, Fax: 2335695

Mayflower Pension House, East Capitol Site, Tel. 63-32-2537233, Fax: 2536647

Montebello Villa Hotel, Banilad, Tel. 63-32-2313681, Fax: 2314455

Pacific Tourist Inn, V. Gullas St., Tel. 63-32-2532151-59, Fax: 2545674

Cebu Grand Hotel, Escario St., Tel. 63-32-2546361, Fax: 2546363

Palazzo Pensionne, Sepulveda St., Tel. 63-32-2550105, Fax: 2550173

Richmond Plaza Hotel, F. Sotto Drive, Tel. 63-32-2320361, Fax: 2321974

Sarrosa Intl. Hotel & Residential Suites, F. Cabahug St., Tel. 63-32-2325811-18, Fax: 2325819

Cebu Business Hotel, Colon St., Tel. 63-32-2556010, Fax: 2556013

Ruftan Pensione, Legaspi St., Tel. 63-32-2562613, Fax: 4121475

Cebu Mintel, Maria Cristina St., Tel. 63-32-2546200, Fax: 4124804

Teo-Fel Pension House, Junquera St., Tel. 63-32-2532482, Fax: 2532488

La Union Hotels and Beach Resorts

BAUANG, LA UNION

Paringao

Bali Hai Beach Resort, Tel. 63-72-2425679

Bali Hai East, Tel. 63-72-2420531, Fax: 63-72-2420528

Cabaña Beach Resort, Tel. 63-72-2425585, Fax: 63-72-2423107

China Sea Beach Resort, Tel. 63-72-2426101, Fax: 2420822

Coconut Grove Beach Resort], Tel. 63-72-8884276, Fax: 8885381

Long Beach Resort Hotel, Tel. 63-72-2420609

Mark Teresa Apartel, Tel. 63-72-8882084

Ocean Breeze Resort Hotel, Tel. 63-72-8883530

Schweizergarten Resort, Tel. 63-72-7052300

Villa Estrella Beach Resort, Tel. 63-72-2425644, Fax: 63-72-2420652

Pagdalagan Sur

Cesmin Beach Cottages, Tel. 63-72-8882884

[Koala Lodge, Tel. 63-72-2420863, Fax: 63-72-8885448

Southern Palms Beach Resort, Tel. 63-72-8885384,
Fax: 8885529

SAN JUAN

Urbiztondo

Monaliza Resort

San Juan Surf Resort, Tel./Fax: 63-72-2424544, Fax: 2426149

[Sebay Resort Hotel, Tel. 63-72-2425484, Fax: 2425482

Ili

Las Villas Resort], Montemar Village, Ili Norte, Tel. 63-72-2423770, Fax: 2423769

Scenic View Tourist Inn, Montemar Village, Ili Norte, Tel. 63-72-2422906

Sunset German Beach Resort, Montemar Village, Ili Norte, Tel./Fax: 63-72-8884719

Puerto de San Juan Resort Hotel, Ili Sur, Tel. 63-72-2423330, Fax: 2423331

SAN FERNANDO, LA UNION

Canaoay

Acapulco Beach Resort, Tel. 63-72-2425696

Blue Lagoon Resort, Tel. 63-72-8882531

Others:

Plaza Hotel, Quezon Avenue, Tel. 63-72-8882996, Fax: 2425760

Sea & Sky Hotel, Quezon Avenue, Tel. 63-72-2425579, Fax: 2423869

Sea Park Beach Resort, San Francisco, Tel. 63-72-8883411 to 14, Fax: 8882369

Hotel Mikka, Quezon Avenue, Tel. 63-72-2425737, Fax: 2422688

Oasis Country Resort Sevilla, National Highway, Tel. 63-72-2425621, Fax: 2421469

Oceana Apartments, Carlatan, Tel. 63-72-2425611-13

Baguio hotels, inns, and lodging houses

Benguet Prime Hotel, Session Rd., Tel. 63-74-4427066, Fax: 4428132

Hotel 45, Session Rd., Tel. 63-74-4426634

Prince Plaza Hotel, Legarda Rd., Tel. 63-74-4425082, Fax: 63-74-4425093

Baguio Palace Hotel, Legarda Rd., Tel. 63-74-4427734, Fax:
63-74-4436622

Concorde Hotel, Legarda Rd., Tel. 63-74-4432058, Fax: 63-74-4432060

Highland Lodge, General Luna Rd., Tel. 63-74-4427086

Aussie Hotel, General Luna Rd., Tel. 63-74-4425139

New Belfranlt Hotel, General Luna St., Tel. 63-74-4424298

Burnham Hotel, Calderon St., Tel. 63-74-4422331, Fax: 63-74-4428415

Cooyeesan Hotel Plaza, Naguillian Rd., Tel. 63-74-4478888, Fax: 4470494

El Cielito Inn, North Drive, Tel. 63-74-4428743

Hotel Supreme, Magsaysay Ave., Tel. 63-74-4432011, Fax: 63-74-4422855

Hotel Veniz, Abanao St., Tel. 63-74-4460700, Fax: 63-74-4460704

Mountain Lodge, Leonard Wood Rd., Tel. 63-74-4424544, Fax: 63-74-4426175

Baden Powell Inn, Governor Pack Rd., Tel. 63-74-4425836

Summer Place Hotel, Marcos Highway, Tel. 63-74-4460560, Fax: 63-74-4460561

Benguet Pine Tourist Inn, Chanum St., Tel. 63-74-4427325

Atenara House, C.M. Recto road, Tel.: 63-74-4469808