On Wednesday afternoon, after a disastrous trip to La Trinidad Valley for strawberry picking, we headed back to Baguio, hellbent on assuaging our frustration with more shopping. We drove straight to the Camp John Hay Commissary to see if we could find more bargains in the shops that sell export overruns. Shopping can be tiring so, after visiting some five shops, we decided to take a break and have coffee and snacks at a place we’ve never been to before.
It’s called Everything Nice — you know, the last phrase in the nursery rhyme about sugar and spice.
Sam ordered a sans rival which turned out to be more chewy than crisp.
The two no-bake cheesecakes, with chocolate and mangoes, respectively, tasted fine to Speedy and me.
Alex, however, was not too happy because the texture was more gelatinous than creamy. I did explain that no-bake cheesecakes has to have some gelatin in them because they wouldn’t hold their shape otherwise but she didn’t appear too convinced.
The apple pie was good although not spectacular.
Not exactly cheap (cheaper though than Manila cafes). Still, I liked it there because the place was comfortable and there’s no loud music (they take Visa and Mastercard to boot). And clean (even the rest room was clean). And not crowded. It sure was a good place to rest our aching legs and feet.
On a scale of one to five, I’d give it a three-and-a-half.