Filipinos are all over the globe. And NYC is not an exception. Take for example Roosevelt Avenue. I was just overwhelmed by the Pinoy sights in this side of the city.
There is a branch of the Philippine National Bank.
A Filipino Grill Restaurant aptly named Ihawan.
How Pinoy can you get? There is no mistaking Fritzie as a Pinoy name. And the lechon for sale is a tell-tale sign, too.
Ensaymada, hopia and what-have-you. Food to nurse homesickness.
TFC shows to entertain their customers.
Pending Sanitary Inspection Grade as of August 2011.
Then of course, there's a bulletin board where you'll find an assortment of ads, from concerts of Filipino celebrities to available bedspace. Those strips of paper containing contact numbers of people advertising their services or rooms for rent reminded me of the same type of ad found on the boards of the waiting sheds in UP Diliman.
Across the bakeshop, you'll find more offices offering a variety of services, from freight handling to internet cafe and even legal services.
And this reminded me of that market along EDSA in Cubao.