It would take more than five agonizing rounds in the U-shaped complex that is Cubao X before I finally find a parking slot. But I persist and most of the time, it's because I'm in this very particular mood to just sit and do next to nothing at this joint called Fred's Revolucion, or Fred's as I am more accustomed to call it. While most people in my life do not really get what draws me to the place, those who have gone with me there also find themselves... charmed.
Firstly, the décor itself is already an event. Once, I went there alone, sat by the bar and pulled out my pad, expecting to finish some decent sketches. You may ask though: was I successful in the endeavor? No. I found my eyes constantly wandering around like a greedy kid inside a candy store who can't wait to devour everything he is seeing. For instance, on this part of the wall are cork coasters, next to it, different currencies from all over the world. There are also random pictures which I can only assume were left by other barflies. (In another occasion, I actually almost stuck mine, if not for the threat my mortified friend shot at me.) Peppered all over are tissue paper poems, or letters hastily scribbled conveying a plethora of messages from the deep to the dipshit. At some point, I couldn't even distinguish if the rainbow flag draped in one corner is meant to signify LGBT Pride or the reggae rasta subculture. Maybe it stands for both.
But more than just vibe, they actually serve great eats. Three things I always order here: Ho Chi Wings, which is the chicken version of an Amerasian, specifically a hot one who ends up becoming an international supermodel. There's the Farmer's Oysters - freshly sourced, served with garlic, parsley and floating in butter. I only had the courage to taste this late last year and I swear, there are times when I wake up in the middle of the night screaming because in my dream, the waiter had just told me they were taking it off the menu. But the piece de resistance would be their Mango Daiquiri - made with fresh mangoes that successfully mask the taste of whatever it is they put in it that almost always manages to give me a buzz even after just one jam jar. (Pitcher also available.)
But all in all, as strong as the place's character might seem, it just never fails to serve as a great backdrop for whatever it is one has set out to do. Sketching alone by the bar. Staging a massive intervention for a friend who refuses to graduate. Cursing The Red Wedding, celebrating the Purple Wedding. Or just whining about the new guy at work. Fred really knows how to support someone's feels. Fred really knows how to host shebangs, even if he calls for the last order so early at 11 p.m. read more