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Chocolate Kiss turns 12



by Beatriz Acosta
posted on Friday February 6, 2009
For over 10 years, The Chocolate Kiss Cafe has been offering lovely cakes and great food in a friendly setting, perfect for families and barkada get-togethers.

The UP Diliman branch has become part of the lives and memories of many regular diners.

Mention The Chocolate Kiss Café to any UP Diliman student and for sure the name is familiar to them. Mention it to alumni and most likely they have fond memories of dining at this cafe: whilst busy cramming for an exam, group-studying with blockmates, or taking out a new friend on an unofficial first date. With the raves from within the campus, Choco Kiss soon enough was invaded by people outside college life, seeking for some sweet treats and savory comfort food.

This month, Choco Kiss proudly turns 12 years in operation. Their life, indeed, has been sealed with a kiss.

Chocolate Kiss Cafe's iced tea has been raved about for years. Twinings Infusions Iced Tea (P70) is a best-seller, and I agree that it's something to come back for in Choco Kiss. The brewed tea squeezed with calamansi is served chilled with ice. It comes with a jar of gooey syrup for you to blend with your refreshing drink and mix to your taste. Can't go wrong with that.

Their cakes may also be ordered to be in heart shape instead of the traditional round, and it will cost the same. Customize messages if you wish, let Choco kiss give your cookies and cakes some statements of love with sweet icing. And if you want to keep it simple and traditional, all their timeless cakes are still available, such as the Classic Chocolate Cake (Mini-P190), and the whimsical Devil's Food Cake (Mini-P140).


The Chocolate Kiss Cafe is at the Ground Floor and 2nd Floor of Ang Bahay ng Alumni, UP Diliman, Q.C. It is also found at 91 A. Roces Avenue, corner Sct. Tobias Street, Q.C.

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