2:00 PM, one day in May, skies were gloomy from the thunderstorm the night before, which also explained why I was there that afternoon sitting on one of Cafe Will’s chairs on its balcony–power was cut off twice since 8 AM, and I didn’t want to rely on it to get some writing going.
I couldn’t yet take advantage of the restaurant’s free wifi though, having burned my phone’s battery off earlier in the day (to pass the time while power was out, what else). But the cool afternoon air, and the faintest stream of sunlight I could see from my spot, were all keeping my unwired self quite at home. It wasn’t only about this post-rain atmosphere though; I found Korean-owned Cafe Will–which didn’t look Korean in any way–cozy and quiet, with not a view of the street right outside. Apart from the two middle-aged women speaking in rather loud Ilocano several tables away, we were the only guests at that time.

(L) It’s a good place to while the time away, quite literally; (R) or in rare productive moments, write down a blog entry (THIS blog entry). Photo by Owen Ballesteros
My stomach grumbled in protest as we heard the speaker from the main hall blurt out ‘So Slow,’ definitely not the best one you’d want to hear when all you’ve had for breakfast was coffee. Besides, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to take that pace with the bulalo and Cafe Will Flaming Burger–a house specialty–we had been waiting for.
I looked around for some diversion instead–the place sure lets in generous amounts of Baguio breeze, and the couches on the main dining area look very promising for a good five-hour stay (besides, they serve everything from burgers and fries to sinigang to fried ice cream to cognac to mojitos, so I figured it wouldn’t be too difficult to keep busy once here).

Or you can always swing away here. Photo by Owen Ballesteros
That early–still waiting for that bulalo–I was already thinking about getting my fix of their chicken and cheese quesadilla on my next jaunt to Legarda (the dish is a preferred grease-and-fat treat, but which I get from another joint along Session Road).
I didn’t have much time to mull over getting a quesadilla that same day, though, as a big stainless pot of bulalo was soon laid down on a portable stove before us, the green bok choy (Chinese cabbage) and the yellow sweet corn looking very photogenic in the middle of all that beef and broth–which by the way smelled really good (and on that thought, I also loved the stove–when you’re dining al fresco in Baguio, you’d know what happens to your soup five minutes after it’s served).
The bulalo was delicious enough–the tender beef made sure of that–although it is by no means magical, if you know what I mean. I still love the home-made version better–a dish my dad can expertly whip up on a Saturday–where the beef is slow-cooked in wood fire for hours. Cafe Will’s serving can fill in two hungry average persons (the menu states it’s good for 2 to 3 persons, but I don’t think so).
The so-called Cafe Will Flaming Burger also came, except that it didn’t look too glorious save for the fat layer of beef inside which was three quarters of an inch thick. For one, the bun looked terribly ordinary and was too small to even hold the whole thing together, let alone eat it with your bare hands like any good burger should be eaten. It came with several slices of cheese–weird-looking slices, but thick enough nonetheless); and–hold your calories–fried egg. It reminded me of Villa Cordillera’s iteration, though I find the latter tastier and better overall. The Flaming Burger also pales in comparison to The Flying Gecko’s very own specialty, the Good Ole’ Burger, which uses fresher greens, bigger tomatoes, tastier beef patties, nicely sliced cheese, and yes, a way better pair of buns for roughly the same price (P270).
But the best moment didn’t come until dessert, courtesy of the Bak Lava (other sources spell it Baklava), a staple sweet treat in the Middle East and the Mediterranean. Cafe Will’s version was a tower-like assemblage of crispy-thin dough, with warm, sugar-glazed bananas sandwiched in between, a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top, and chocolate syrup. It was sweet, hot, and crispy all at the same time–something I figured would be the perfect cap to several mouthfuls of quesadilla next time.
The best one deserves two photos, of course. Photo by Owen Ballesteros
Worth a visit when the wind blows you to Baguio, Cafe Will is located at Legarda Road corner MH Del Pilar St., Baguio City. Average dish price is P300.
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All photos found on this post are by Owen Ballesteros.






























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