There’s more than a few good reasons why this hospital is called a “hospitel” – a hospital hotel, and more importantly, why its food is good enough to write about.

This is the last restaurant I ate in before I was knocked out by dengue and a severe skin condition  last November so for my birthday, it’s imperative that I come back here to obliterate those bad memories.

I say that this bowl is “for the brave” because at this store, you can have all the chicharon, garlic, green onions and of course, soup, that you can possibly eat.

I’m trying to remember when I last ate something so good I cursed every bite.

With names as enthralling as their muted hues, these macarons are all you need for l’amour.

It’s a flower in three-dimensional full bloom sheltering a sweet secret.

I trashed Delifrance’s croissant a few years back. And here I am now eating my words and their croissant – big time.

When it comes to commercially available cinnamon rolls, most aren’t worth their dough, or mine. But here’s one that is.