Some time ago I was invited for a double birthday celebration. The venue was totally unknown to me, a steakhouse in San Juan City. We parked at a gas station, piled out from the car and proceeded to a corner of the actual pumping station.

Everything at Steak is housed on something similar to a gas station convenient store. Tucked in one corner, the façade was very unassuming; a two-story affair of white-painted bricks and huge glass windows. It’s so non-descript you won’t really notice it if you’re not looking.