Eastwood is not a ‘city’ per se, but in many respects it is. Confined (or crowded) in this relatively small piece of real estate are luxury condominium towers, BPO companies, pet-friendly shopping malls, churches, restaurants, a clinic and even an educational institution.
As to why all these highrises continue to sprout like mushrooms still eludes me considering that the Marikina Valley fault line is just lying a few hundred meters away. That morning, I’m just grateful that all of them were still there.
Since my friend Aubrey hasn’t arrived yet, I continued walking around Eastwood. I was honestly surprised that I still know my way around here despite the fact that a lot has changed since then.
There were noticeably a lot of new restaurants which also meant that their previous tenants have packed up and have probably set up shop elsewhere. I imagine that the exorbitant rent is the primary suspect in the picture. Thankfully, some of my favorites were still there – Cyma, Subway, Ay See and Rufo’s, where Aubrey and I had a quick lunch.
I could have picked another place that time but I went with Rufo’s because I missed its overly sweet tapsilog meal. We also ordered their new tapa pizzas which became slightly bearable when I added hot sauce all over it.
But if given more time, I’d love to stay for the night at Eastwood. I’d attend the evening service at CCF, overfeed myself with uni sushi at Sambokojin and then watch the colorful dancing fountains that play every hour. These are just among the many little things that were part of my routine back in the day.