I love lemon in my water and I love olives. This Greek taverna is our newest find in Baguio City. Not sure how long it’s been standing along Outlook Drive, but it was our random find. Actually intended to dine in Chef’s Home but .... the Chef wasn’t home. Lemon and Olives was the first restaurant we passed along the same drive and we were not sorry we stopped to dine here instead.
It looked cool from the street and there was a free parking slot out front and we took it! We planned on a Thai dinner but ended up going Greek. The place looks much better inside with a balcony that looks out to the darkness. I can tell it looks out to the pine trees and the mountains but at night, al fresco dining doesn’t offer any view. And so we chose to dine indoors where the decor and lighting suited our moods better. Besides, it was a cold night at 12 degree Celsius. The staff were friendly and nice, but the Chef/Owner seemed a bit grumpy. I’m guessing here but he looked Greek so we got excited ordering and waiting for our dinner. Never mind that the Greek chef was hmmm...... a tad grouchy.
We had the Poikilia - an assortment of appetizers like my favorite tzaziki, hummus, pita bread, sausages and our best find: saganaki cheese. We ordered more of the panfried Greek cheese sticks and pita bread. Soooo good. So was the grilled octopus! I was quite happy with the saganaki cheese sticks, tzaziki, grilled octopus and the Greek salad, that I refused to move on to the entrée. Oh, the cheese and that mollusk just made my day. Stuck to it, and munched on those tentacles ever so slowly. Not even when my friends’ orders of grilled lamb, souvlaki and gyros was I tempted. Besides, the Greek salad had Baguio’s freshest greens in a bowl with feta and olives. Quite filling, by itself.
The food photos you’d find here were sourced from the Net. We were too excited we forgot to take photos. By the time we remembered, the plates have been wiped clean. But take our word for it. It’s goood. Especially when washed down with wine. Or perhaps, you’d prefer ouzo. I’d likely have that very Greek beverage the next time. Yes, there’d be a next time. And I don’t care if the Chef is still grumpy. I’m coming back!