… is one of those places that I should’ve gone to when I was in high school. It was certainly much-talked about back then. Then and now, when I hear people say Cable Car, the words “fried rice” almost immediately follow.
What do a cable car and rice have to do with each other? Nothing, really. Cable Car is a bar/restaurant named after the famous San Francisco fixture. Indeed, at this somewhat hole-in-the-wall along Pasay Road (it will never be Arnaiz Avenue to me), the entire set-up is a cable car: a long and narrow “walkway,” with the bar making up one side, and mirrored “windows” making up the other. Plenty of aging literature and sepia photos about cable cars are framed on the walls .
The place is dark, very dark, which severely compromised my photos’ quality. I usually make it a point not to eat in places where I can’t see my food ”“ god knows what I might end up putting in my mouth (!) But I had to be a little flexible here.
When we were there on a Sunday night, the place was deserted except for a couple drinking at the bar. As the hour wore on, several people came in to eat. Some even ordered food to go.
Of course we had to try Cable Car’s famous rice. There are about six different kinds (sisig, seafood, etc.), and two sizes for each ”“ small (good for 2 ”“ P150++) and large (good for 5 ”“ P295). We ordered the chicken and pork fried rice. As you can see from the photo, it’s enough to feed a small household or two rice-loving fiends, which my Bin and I are.
Cable Car is also famous for their burger (P110-P150), of which we ordered the Senior Gripman’s ”“ a “BIG” (so says the menu) man-sized burger served with fries, which I had no problem polishing off by myself. (It ain’t that big, honey). The patty was substantial and juicy, complete with that smoky-charred taste I look for in a perfectly grilled burger.
You can pass on the sisig. Considering this is a drinking place, it doesn’t speak well for it. It’s dry and its crunch seems to come from the fact that it’s been reheated to death.