Andres Bonifacio, a quaint, self educated, and strong willed man, led the Philippine revolution in the late 1800s, which spurred the Philippine independence from Spanish rule. He was an ingenious leader who revolted against what he knew was wrong, or according to my fellow Millennials, a rebel. Although he's had many well documented achievements, his greatest achievement may be having this restaurant named after him. Little did my dude Andres know that through all his efforts and hardships, he too would sit amongst the gods (Popeye the sailor and Ronald McDonald to name a few) and have a restaurant named after him. (Upon further soul searching and research, I in fact did not speak to anyone associated with the business and thus could not confirm the inspiration of the naming of this company. For all I know, it could primarily be named after a sly ole, wholesome Filipino man who dared to dream of Ube flavoring in waffles). Whether to honor President Bonifacio's name or offer tribute to another hero, the food served at this humble, county library-looking building achieves that purpose. Man the food here is so serious.
As I entered the building, the vibes were so even-keel but also so festive and celebratory of pacific island culture that I knew I was in for a dandy time.
My motto, especially at places like Bonifacios, has always been "If you're going to do it, do it right." So in that same mindset, I ordered 2 large brunch dishes because I have no shame amongst my country men. For my beverage, I ordered (and apparently got lost in its sauce) the Kalamansi juice. Subsequently after, I ordered the star of the show that is the fried chicken and Ube waffles, AND an underdog, yet unforgotten "the Bonifacio" dish. First order at hand, the unorthodox Ube waffles were so pillow-soft yet crisp at the same time. They quite literally abounded with everything there is to love about Ube, the soothing purple iridescence coupled with the sweet yet not overpoweringly sweet twinges of lush. It was a perfect marriage of Belgian delicacies and Filipino elegance. Utterly fantastic. The fried chicken damn near brought tears to my eyes, eyes that have seen the glory of the ... fried chicken joy from Jollibee (if you know, you know). (Disclaimer - Jollibee chicken is not necessarily the best tasting fried chicken but my stirred up feelings are simply due to childhood nostalgia, ya dig?). Then, faithful ole Bonifacio decided to stealthily pair the dish with a gravy resembling the OG gravy from Jollibee. Man, Bonifacio, y'all are buggin'. I don't really rate dishes but this menu option is 5/5 stars, even.
The second dish was even more interesting. They coupled fried garlic rice, a staple of any Filipino breakfast, Longanisa, beef tapa (I swaped out the pork Tocino for the Beef tapa), and corned beef hash. The Longanisa had a snap to it, but almost melted in your mouth with that tangy, sweet meat juice oozing out in every bite. The beef tapa was solid, and the corned beef hash was quite splendid. If I had any type of constructive criticism for this place, it'd be that the garlic friend rice was a bit lacking in garlic flavor, the beef tapa wasn't as tender as I had hoped, and the corned beef hash didn't quite resemble an actual hash. (Mama's Filipino breakfasts puts Bonifacios' in a body bag, but that's besides the point.) Still, "the Bonifacio" dish was a hard 4.2/5 stars.
Fortunately, I was able to inhale both dishes with ease. Unfortunately however, my gut could handle no more and I was unable to partake in any dessert. Still, my time at this establishment was an unforgettable experience. Whether the goal was to serve dishes that could live up to THE President Bonifacio's legacy or to cook food to portray the acquired tastes of my guy, some ole fella named Bonifacio, both were satisfied, if not exceeded.
5/5 stars
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