More than 50 years? I’m near panic, losing all those icons of my childhood, teenhood and young adult life. And now, we bid adieu to Hotel Intercontinental. Easily, Where Else and Le Boulevardier come to mind. Many dates happened there. Disco fun and band music. I even remember a young Sunshine Cruz gyrating on stage as her dad and uncles played a mean danceable beat. Coffee and snacks in the Jeepney Bar where I discovered Crepe Samurai. 👍
The time we paid our “last respects”, we stepped out to view the swimming pool area one last time. What would they do with those fully-grown trees shading cute-sy bahay kubo huts? Claiming a seat in Sol y Sombra, I was reminded of those oxygen breaks after some frenzied dancing at the basement disco. The pool area even witnessed a dear friend’s wedding back in the 80’s. Just a few of us in attendance, and would you believe no official photographer in sight? My friends wanted it simple, casual and candid despite the seriousness of the event. This is all pre-selfie period. And yes, I digress 😜
Gambrinus Bar is still there. I remember this as an “extension area” for lunch or dinners in ritzy Prince Albert. A prime rib meal almost always get you going for many more hours, so an “extension” is not completely unexpected. And where better to digest that superb meal than here? Any “unfinished business” is also likely resolved here.
Till December 31. There’s a scramble to book luncheons and dinners here now. At Prince Albert, we saw many many diners of a certain age. Yes, Virginia. Like us, we were all paying our respect to this grand old dame which comprised nearly ALL of Ayala Center back when there were no Rustan’s, SM, Glorietta, Park Square and Greenbelt. Adieu, Hotel Intercon. Many debuts, weddings, anniversaries, parties were held there and we will sorely miss you!