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Come here for late night, pretty tasty authentic Filipino food and if you want to be hit on by the creepy uncles that are old enough to be your grandfathers while the aunties mad dog you while wearing their Cucci, Prava and Louise Booton handbags. It's reminiscent of Lourdes' in National City and Tita's II in Paradise Valley so if those are your jams, you'll feel right at home, Uncle Boboy.
Parking is terrible, similar to Convoy parking in cramped tiny lots. Interior of the bar is more attractive in the dark, dingy and old but serving it's purpose nonetheless. Service was ok and if you're hankering of for a cold San Miguel beer and artery-clogging delicious fried everything, this is your spot.
Music is loud which can be a plus or minus for some folks but the classic jams will take you back to your 80s and 90s heydays. There was a dude singing his heart out on karaoke, possibly auditioning to be the replacement for Journey's frontman. He was pretty good actually, can't lie about that.
Cons: cover charge but nothing outlandish. 2.5 stars rounded up to 3.