The Soul Of Sagada Lives In A Pie
The Soul Of Sagada Lives In A Pie Reviews
the lemon pie house Apr 23, 2009
Located in the outskirts of the town of sagada, there is a very peculiar cafe that's all painted yellow. I havent seen this when i was in sagada few years ago. It was new to me.
ben and me decided to go to the first ever cafe/restaurant in sagada after our gruelling camping at the peak of ampakaw mountain where we got stuck for 17 hours inside the tent because we were stuck in the middle of a storm! Arrrghhh.
we walked inside this cafe, and a small grey haired, toothless, happy and charming woman with sparkling eyes that hints sadness greeted us. In the name of manang katrina (madame katrina)
inside, the lemon pie house is so warm and cozy, its just like stepping into your own house after all in a days work.
they serve breakfast, tee, lunch and dinner. But the speciality of the house is their homemade pies. Which manag katrina made herself and learn the craft decades ago to support her family.
there are many specilities of pies here, like blueberry pie (which manang katrina gathers the wild blueberries from the pine forests in sagada), the lemon pie - which is to die for, eggpie and a seasonsal pie - it depends on which fruit thrive in the season.
the lemon pie house is constructed of hard pinewood. The smell inside is so inviting, its refreshing to the mind and the soul, its dark inside, but the laughter and smile of manang katrina brings light to the faces of the customers.
there is also a free wifi inside the lemon pie house, and outside is a patio and garden to hang out.
it is very difficult to sum all my emotions while writing this, because of all the grandeur and beauty of the little town of sagada, the spirit and sould of the place lives in a pie to which i found a mother. (just read the blog from where this review is attached) where the dedication, talent and skills of manang katrina perfected the craft of pie making.
we had a good time there, together with her daughter bogan, who was our guide inside the cave we spelunked and after a ong day, the family served us their home made rice wine.
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