Oh the joys of a slabwich: Chuck's Deli!

It's merienda time once again and I'm craving for a deli sandwich. Not the thin, sloppy kind you can get at the corner but a REAL deli sandwich with all the trimmings. I want a big old slabwich, which I can only find at Chuck's.

I've been meaning to blog about Chuck's Deli, this restaurant along Serendra that's serving the coolest and yummiest sandwiches. They've taken "creative" to the new level and played around with their menu offerings and sandwich names. Jake and I went there a couple of months ago and since I'm too hungry for my own good, I shall blog about these nom nom goodies. 

Love their facade! Feels like you're entering a playbarn!

Behold! My Chuckatsu slabwich (I only ordered half). It's chicken katsu with bacon on a slab of  crrrrispy bread. My mouth is watering right now.

Jake went for the Reuben. This is Chuck's Deli's own take on an otherwise traditional Angus corned beef sandwich, comes with swiss cheese, sauerkraut, mustard, and their special sauce. Yummy!

We also ordered their mushroom soup to go with our slabwiches. Just thinking about it in this rainy weather makes my tummy grumble.

wearing Topshop top, Black Sheep shorts

They've got other yummy and cool-sounding slabwiches on the menu, too! I wanna try the Jessica's Meltsdown (tuna), Handsome Threesome (all ham goodness!), The Buffy (buffalo chicken slabwich aaaaaah!), and Off-the-Hook (beer-battered fish). I might just drag Jake out to Serendra this weekend!

This is why Bieber's so annoying

I am a fervent Justin Bieber hater. There's something about the guy that just annoys me but I can't pinpoint exactly what it is--his face? The way he dresses? How he always wears a smirk? How he thinks he's so cool?

And then, them geniuses over at 9gag finally answered my woes:

Justin Bieber looks like a girl. Or a lesbian, to be more appropriate. And since I refuse to post photos of him anywhere on my blog, I am very grateful they were able to get the point across without having to put his annoying face above.

I feel so vindicated.

Marcia's Tuscany with mom

Mom and I went back to Marcia's Tuscany last week, not to eat, but to buy their homemade jams. I've been overly dependent on their guava compote every morning, slathered on crisp toast with some butter. It's the perfect brekky, I tell you.

It was my second visit to the lovely place and I felt like a little kid again in my own secret garden.

Hay, I wish our gate or door (whatever it is) looked like that.

wearing Zara bodysuit, F21 skirt, H&M lace flats, bag by H&M

Caught a lovely candid photo of my mom enjoying the stroll down the garden path towards the house. This was after Neil Adams welcomed us at the gate. He thought we made reservations to eat and was equally happy when we said we came back for his jams.

I never noticed these bricks when I went there with Jake for our anniversary. Pretty cool and vintage-y.

Also my first time to notice this smiling lamb at one of the corners of the garden. Neil also takes care of the gardening so it's really nice how he decorated his garden with little knick knacks.

We went on a weekday so the place was quiet. Here's a shot of my mom taken from the garden looking in. I still cannot get over how there are freshly cut flowers everywhere. Oh, and how it feels like you're in Europe, of course.

I asked my mom to take a picture of me at the garden dining area. I love how the sunlight cooperated and made it look so light and airy.

The famous compote! We also bought some mango banana compote to last us 'til our next visit. The waiter brought the guava out freshly cooked from the kitchen.

Can't wait to go back and eat there!