Review : Mr. Kurosawa Japanese Restaurant

The facade of Mr. Kurosawa is enticing enough to catch attention. However, it doesn't exude a typical Japanese restaurant vibe. With its stylish contemporary interior, I felt as if this Japanese fusion restaurant feels like a club or a resto-bar.

The best thing about Mr. Kurosawa in libis is that they will make you the wonderful crunchy tuna roll that's on the menu at their sister restaurant. It's the best thing not on the menu, all you need to do is ask. However, though the food is good the air conditioning never seems to be working, and I constantly feel bad for the waitresses having to wear dresses that barely cover their butt. I am sure the owners thought it would be a good idea, but it just comes off as wrong and rather inappropriate. The sushi is always good and the sashimi is super fresh. My personal favourite is the spicy tuna salad, for lunch there is nothing better. Other one that standouts are the crunchy kani roll, and the crispy shrimp that taste so good that you will be disappointed that their are only 5 of them. 


They should fixed their air conditioning because customer deserves it. And this restaurant shouldnt be used putting so much sugar to their fruit shakes... its not working and it's freaking me out. The tri color iced tea needs major work too as they all taste like sugar and nothing else.

Featuring: Pho Hoa

It must be said that I am a big fan of Pho Hoa. One of the best restaurant in Eastwood City and the Vegetarian Spring Rolls, I bet everyone would love it.

Their food is worth it and it wont make you fat even though you might end up leaving the restaurant with a full tummy! their noodles with bean sprouts deserved to get a top box too! 
Best to try if you are health conscious.

However, some of the items are misleading and others are just plain bad. If you have pictures of food on your menu it better recognise the dish served to you. Furthermore, Pho Hoa......how can you make fresh spring rolls so well, but mess up a sandwich!!!!!!!!! Ladies and gentlemen I am not joking, I ordered a sandwich the last time we were there and the bread was so hard it held an entire table of silverware without flinching WTF!!!!!!!! See attached photos below. It was nice that they didn't charge us, which I didn't ask for. I wanted to pay but they wouldn't let me, so fine. Afterall it was rather cheap, and I was going to call them on it regardless. I guess in some cases you really do need to take the good with the bad.

Before I end my review.. You might wanna follow my suggestion:
Order their Fresh Lemonade! (It's the best)
Don't settle for their service water , that's a tap water and it has different taste, its noticeable if its not cold. 
And Please, Don't try to order their coffee! (they use condense milk as a creamer and it's not healthy at all)

Early Bird Breakfast Club (Eastwood Libis) Review

What can I say? Where do I start? I was dying for this review to be good. In fact Jared and I went back three times in one month hoping, praying that we would indulge in that fantastic meal, which never came...... OK! So here's the skinny. First and foremost, the menu is a genius idea incredibly ruined by the fairy tale story line printed on the front cover. I could really care less about the who, what, when, where, and why. I am hear to eat breakfast not to hear some over embellished factoids about the history of why you're so special! I mean come on! Are the owners really that conceited? Either way your bleeding heart sob story would be more believable if a foreign chef wasn't running your kitchen, as well as, if your website story matched the front page of your menu.

However, that's enough about that as this is a review about the food being served. Now before any of you think that this review is biased, please know that I have eaten at all three branches of the early bird breakfast club. Once at Century City, once in Bonifacio, and three times at the new Eastwood location.
The fruit plate with honey is wonderful and fresh, but since it's a fruit I'd say it has no bearing on this review.

On Jared and my first visit to the eastwood location, He was suffering from a massive tequila hangover from the night before, so when he saw the full English on the menu the choice was easy. In my opinion there is no greater cure for the alcohol blues than a bit of epic English gastronomy. He decided that he would forgo the English pudding, or sausage until he legitimized the dish. He said that while English breakfast is amazing when good, if executed poorly it can ruin the whole experience.

Upon arrival I was amazingly surprised by the accuracy of food on the plate, and I immediately thought that I was sitting in London on a Sunday morning. I was excited to taste it, and my mouth was truly watering. I was so happy that there was finally a place to eat breakfast in Eastwood at a restaurant not synonymous for Pancakes.

I eagerly popped the yoke with my knife and dug straight in eager with anticipation. I was dying for that mix of flavors that is unmistakable. I piled a bit of everything on my fork and piled it into my mouth. However, what I thought was going to be the meal of the month instantaneously reminded me of yesterday's bland and tasteless oatmeal. I mean nothing was seasoned, not the egg, not the potatoes, not the beans, not the tomato, not the mushrooms. Everything on the plate tasted like the low sodium meal on an airplane. Which, was incredible frustrating considering that Jared's Katcino dish (a play on pork katsu and tocino) was seasoned perfectly.

While we were waiting for the check, the manager stopped by and asked Jared how the food was, which infuriated me for two reasons. First because she was just ignoring me as if she was above me and I didn't exist. Now I can understand that many foreigners come here for scandalous reasons, which pisses me off just as much as I am sure it does all of you. This move infuriated me, and when I say infuriated, I mean that steam was practically pouring out of my ears. I wanted blood and Jared cannot blame me. I immediately called the manager on her offensive behavior and asked her why she just ignored me and asked him about his meal as if my comments didn't have bearing what so ever.

I was appalled by her behavior. Surely every manager should know that proper etiquette demands that you address the female at the table before the man. There are simple manners that I expect any manager to have, but at early bird breakfast club it seems that the manager has no respect for anyone other than foreigners. Which, brings me to my second objection. Out of the packed restaurant, the manager only approached two tables. Our and another one across the restaurant where another foreigner was sitting with his vacation vixen. Something that was blatantly obvious by the extreme age difference, the complete lack of chemistry, and the fact that the girl spent the entire meal starring at her phone, texting.

I was so pissed that I refused to leave a tip, and quite fairly made the manager look like a fool before we left. Something that any self respecting woman would do. Jared left unsatisfied, and I left pissed as hell. Not exactly the excitement we had when we entered. 

Our second visit happened when I wanted to try something I previously saw on the menu, which was the healthy  featuring asparagus, and baby potatoes with a poached egg. The only thing that had any flavor on this plate was the parmigiano shaved on the top. This is where I and Jared started noticing a trend in the restaurant. Almost all of the customers were eating the restaurants interpretation of the local dishes. In fact every plate at the table had either tapa, bangus, or porridge. I don't know if anyone on our previous visits was eating anything else but, I was determined to return yet again to investigate this further.

Our latest and final visit came a week ago. I had the salmon, which looked dry to me but I said it was OK.Jared had the risotto, which tasted of nothing but a pound of cheese and overcooked rice. It made my stomach hurt for the whole day, which means we will never return and Jared couldn't be happier. What solidified this decision was when the waiter tried to take Jared's coffee from Starbucks and put it in one of their mugs, because they don't allow outside drinks. He calmly told him that we always bring our coffee in here because their coffee is horrible (had it at century city, not worth it at all). I explained that they have never had an issue with it on our other visits, and Jared told him not to touch his coffee.

To sum up this long review most people eat the twists on filipino favorites, which although overpriced at least taste good. The stuffed pancake is not a pancake but a tasteless stuffed popover on tasteless mash, with wonderful gravy. The salmon tastes good but looks horrid. The coffee is shite. Overall the presentation of the dishes is 10/10, but when it comes to flavor most dishes lack the punch of the eye candy. It's not the breakfast I was hoping for, and it's far from the answer to my Eastwood morning cravings. Please beware of the risotto, as it's one of the most expensive items on the menu and it will make you sick as all hell.

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Would that be a Good Match?

One day, I was walking down a long narrow path in the jungle, with nothing on my feet.

The ground felt like mud, but it was made of dirt. But it was purple dirt.

It was like looking at the ground and seeing it brown, well, picture it purple....

each step i took left a green footprint

the trees were yellow, and as a matter of fact,

everything that was usually green was now yellow.

Bright yellow

and then everything I would bump into or touch would turn blue with clouds.

the sky was orange with black birds flying around, and in the distance I could see this mountain coming up.

And it seemed like the closer I got, the worse the smell became.

after a quick sprint, I was there, and I touched this mountain,.. and I realized it was a big piece of shit.....

my first thought was,.... Paul Bunyon,... but then reality slapped me around and I knew,... it was the jolly white giant, taking a squat on the jungle floor.

Well,... i proceeded down my little path not knowing what I would find, and not really prepared to encounter anything being since I had no cloths on.

and no bag of tricks.

but that didn't slow me down, I kept marching on, and what did I see but the most handsome guyl I had ever seen!

everything was properly placed, however, there was only one drawback,

he was Pink!!!!

I thought,.... would that be a good match?

Pink and Gold

you see

i was gold....welll

we touched and looked and smiled..

because we did matched.. or.. did we?

you see

love can be any color it wants to be

so now i had a firend to walk the rest of the journey with

and his name was PINK Jelly!

pINK Jelly was real cool.

He could hold his breath and change colors,

 sometimes he was know as Psycho Jelly, Or psychedelic color guy!!!!

any ways..

that was one of his many talents. It was nice having PINK Jelly along for the ride,

although we would rarely talk.

we would spit color on each other and stare at what we spit.

There was this one time PINK jelly was getting kind of cold,

so I spit some red on him and warmed him up!

That made me feel real good inside,

knowing that I helped PINK Jelly stay warm.

I had the biggest Golden Smile for the rest of the day

as we continued

to walk down

the wondeful purple path

Holding Hands!!!!

My Most Love Place

Guess where? ----- > My most love place in this entirely scarry-funny-amazing planet.:D

----> the moment i press the doorknob's lock, i feel that I am separated from the harsh reality of the world outside. I find myself a light year away from my Fears. I find peace. It gives me a sense of security to dig the deepest part of my humanity, and the fact that I am not just another specimen of this material world. It is the place where I come to fashion my finest craft. I can be a dancer. A rock star. A stage actress being applauded by people who I truly love. I sing like there's no tomorrow. I create the most impossible. I am extra-ordinary. I am loved. I am a princess. For a moment , I see the DEAD right me in the dampened mirror. The only place where I confess my weaknesses, my elucidation. For I know no ones gonna see me. No eyes will judge me. Nobody can tell that I am wrong. I cry. I scream. At times, I would hurt myself with a shampoo container, and no one would dare say that I am out of sanity. I would wipe each piece of marbled tiles. Make it clean, secure all the dirt's out until it's white again , leaving not a single stain, I would bump my head. Feel its coldness. Whimper like a lost child. Play with the water. Embrace myself. Dry myself. Sigh in a deepest grin. Close my eyes for a second and unlock myself back to reality. Pretend that I'm happy, that i am contented. Believe that I know what love is. Start deeming again in to fairy tales. I am an angel Who lost my wings and is save by a broomstick. I am a witch. And I don't hate eating apple.

I fell Inlove

i fell in love with dreaming

i have a dream to get onto those stars and the moon

that illuminates the dark night sky

i love star gazing.i am happy every time i see them scattered

but i used to dream to be an astronaut

i have a dream to be a performer on stage

i am interested in experiencing the challenge of playing roles

but i used to dream as a theater actress

i have a dream to express my inner self through literature

but i used to dream to be a writer

i have the dream to experience the northern sky lights

but i used to dream to be a meteorologist

i have the dream of capturing priceless moments

but i used to dream to be a professional photographer and have a modeling career at the same time

i have the dream to visit the continent of africa

i'd like to experience the wild

but i used to dream as a host in animal planet

i have the dream to create the music that can glorify His name

i have singing as part of my system

but i used to dream to be composer and a singer

i have the dream to be an artist

but never will i say i used to dream that

i want to learn to play the piano ever since

i want to be a designer because i love to play with shapes

but i used to dream to achieve my self fulfillment in every aspect of relationships in my life