So we were those people, the ones that finally got the courage to open the restaurant we only dreamed of and talked about here and there. The ones who hoped we could launch at an opportune time, and maybe bring a fresh new style to the Filipino food scene.  We found a little home in the Historical Grant Park neighborhood in Atlanta, and embarked on a build out that took well over a year.

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Then the pandemic rolled in like a hurricane of death and uncertainty. The finish line we worked tirelessly towards was washed away in the wind. The world, people's livelihoods, and any progress went on lock-down. People were perishing in unbelievable numbers. God bless those families that were affected by loss, and God rest the souls that died alone. There isn't a day that goes by that we don't think of them and wear masks proud like a badge to honor their memory and acknowledge their families pain and loss. Learning to live again was not going to be easy. The world as we knew it changed just in time for us to open our doors.

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Outside of the unconditional support of our friends and family, we knew just telling everyone we were open for business wasn't enough. Thank God for social media platforms, because at least we could ramp up our presence and pray someone noticed. Our customers being the most important, the second, The Press. We would personally like to thank Beth McKibben of Eater Atlanta, Wendell Brock of Atlanta Journal Constitution, Cliff Bostock of Creative Loafing, and Jackson Butler of Atlanta Eats for being the beacon that has guided so many to our doors. Through this storm, your voice, your pen is like a ray of sun through the clouds. Time and again we are reminded there is a glimmer of hope and that all of this really is worth it, and we can make it. For the love of God, the Philippines and Filipino food!