Bye, Sancho

No more of this for me, for now.

When we first moved to Quezon City one of the pleasant surprises I got was living within striking distance of a restaurant that specializes in paella.

A small pan cost 300, a bigger one, 400. And so for several weekends at a time, it became part of my treats, usually during my day off, alongside Doing Nothing.

Their brazo de mercedes also proved handy for gatherings where I had to bring dessert.

Several weeks ago I walked past its usual place and discovered it had closed.

I had no stakes in the store, of course, but I felt a pang of sadness that it would no longer be there the next time I have a hankering for good, old, hearty paella. I think I have to find a new go-to neighborhood place.


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