Last Thursday, I got bitten by the sweet tooth – and of the more adventurous sort. Chocolate bars wouldn’t do so I dragged my brother along to Patisserie Caroline, located along M. Paterno in San Juan.
Entering Patisserie Caroline is like venturing into the front gate of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. The smell of freshly baked bread and pastries mingled with the fragrance of tea and coffee.
The counter featured scrumptious cake selections such as Mango Shortcake, Tunnel of Fudge and Leche Flan and Ube Cake.
We had the house blend iced tea (60Php) which tasted refreshingly honey-sweet. We sampled the chocolate rum loaf (250Php per loaf) , one of the patisserie’s best-sellers.
Don’t let the normal, chocolatey appearance deceive you. It was a scrumptious, decadent treat – moist chocolate with the richness of rum. I’m the type who gets umay quickly when it comes to sweets but I could have three to four pieces of the chocolate rum cake.
I was intrigued by their Calamansi Dacquoise (110Php per slice/ 880Php for the 9-inch cake):
It was a delectable treat as I love the flavor of calamansi. Stacked between densely packed layers of cashew nuts, the calamansi flavored filling balanced out the sweetness of the cake. This is, without a doubt, my favorite from Patisserie Caroline’s.
Meanwhile my brother tried out the leche flan and the yema cake:
Patisserie Caroline revamped the chiffon cake for the Pinoy taste. The leche flan was pleasantly sweet – the perennial Filipino dessert/ comfort food. The yema cake, drizzled with cheese, was another yummy treat on buttery-soft chiffon.
We went to Patisserie Caroline’s primarily for the sweets but after her sugar fest, my brother and I craved for something salty or spicy. I had the pasta con sarde and my brother tried the clubhouse sandwich:
I loved the Pasta Con Sarde – the Spanish Sardines added the kick that revamped the basil-and-olive-oil-based pasta. A perfect treat for vegetarians – even non-vegetarians such as myself enjoyed this tasty-but healthy dish.
My brother has quite the appetite and he loves his clubhouse sandwiches. Caroline’s clubhouse sandwich fulfilled both taste and serving requirements. Brother could not finish these sandwiches on his own and he generously have me one quarter. I liked how there was no scrimping on the cucumber and tomato 🙂
Overall, our Patisserie Caroline was a pleasant one. Alfie, the sister of Caroline, was very hands-on and very friendly. Caroline herself served up the yema cake. One feels that it is a homey, comfortable place run by family. Brother and I ended up taking out one chocolate rum loaf for Mom. It was beautifully packed in a red-and-gold box. Mom just loved it 🙂
So next time you’re in the San Juan neighborhood , try out Patisserie Caroline at #17 M. Paterno st. 🙂
Am not a huge fan of this King – he raised emotionally deprived children and had a role in the demise of the Romanovs… but he did change the British Royal Family’s Germanic name of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha to Windsor.
oh well. June 3’s such a nondescript date, his birthday adds some glimmer of it:
Jackie Kennedy has the style and the allure but when it came to beauty – the conventional prettiness – Joan Kennedy has the lion’s share. Hers was a blonde beauty that recalled the likes of Dina Merrill:
However, Joan has little of the sophistication of divine Dina and even less of the inner strength that Jackie possessed. She was the artless blonde, the gentle one.
With Ted after their wedding. Of course we all know what Ted will look like 30 years from 1958 – bloated and beefy. But he sure was a good-looking fella back then and Joan was the perfect foil for him.
With Ted, Teddy, Jr and Kara.
One of my favorite portraits of Joan. She looks sleek and sharp and sophisticated here. And darn gorgeous!
I love this picture of Joan and her kids. It highlights the best thing about her – her naturalness. The hair pulled back by a hairband, the classic sheath, the kids.
Notwithstanding the gi-normous bouffant, Joan retained her lovely looks well into tragedy-stricken days – Jack’s assassination, Ted’s near-fatal plane crash, RFK’s assassination, Chappaquiddick. Alcohol ultimately destroyed her looks, her figure and her self-confidence long before her marriage came to an end.
I finally found a picture of Jackie Bouvier’s debutante ball dress (worn in 1947)
It was an off -the-rack dress in tulle. Jackie wore this dress to a debutante ball she co-hosted with a fellow debutante Rose Grosvenor. Rose arrived in a Dior original but it was Jackie’s department-store ensemble that was dubbed “a designer’s dream.” Cholly Knickerbocker (pseudonym of Igor Cassini – yes the brother of Oleg) hailed Jacqueline “Queen Debutante of the Year (1947)”.
Of course only Jackie can strike such a pose and get away with it. The dress does set off her haircut and fit her well.