Between the City and Stillness
Where the City Ends and Calm Begins
“Step through the gates, and the noise fades. What’s left is Lemuria.”
I grew up here—on this very property that Lemuria Fine Dining now calls home. The family home stood just beside it, separated only by a driveway lined with trees and the scent of grass that always seemed fresher in the mornings. The restaurant existed back then too, though smaller—just the main dining area with its warm lights and quiet charm. The gardens, the Fleur de Lis event space, the Lavender Room—they would all come later, unfolding slowly like chapters in a story that wasn’t in a rush to be told.
I remember the wind chimes most. They’d sing softly whenever the cool breeze passed through, a sound that filled the air with a sense of peace I still can’t quite describe. We had three big dogs then—playful, loyal, and endlessly gentle—who’d run circles around me as I played in the garden or sat by the pond watching the koi glide beneath the surface. Sometimes a frog would leap from the water and startle me, and I’d laugh until one of the dogs barked, as if sharing the joke.
Those were tranquil days—serene, slow, and full of quiet wonder.
“The Ivy-covered façade of Lemuria Fine Dining — a serene escape tucked within Quezon City, Metro Manila.”
A World Apart
Even then, Lemuria felt like a world away from the city that surrounded it. Just beyond the gates, traffic moved in hurried lines, horns echoing in the distance. But once inside, time seemed to stretch and soften. The sound of the wind through the trees, the play of sunlight on stone, the quiet hum of conversation during dinner service—it all blended into something calming, something alive.
The building itself always carried a sense of mystery. Below the main dining area sat the wine cellar—a cool, dim sanctuary lined with rows of metal racks. As a child, I used to sneak down there on warm afternoons, curl up on one of the empty shelves, and take short naps among the bottles. It was cold, quiet, and peaceful—the kind of stillness you only recognize when you’re older.
“Inside Lemuria: rustic stone walls, quiet elegance, and intimate ambiance.”
Where Time Moves Differently
Lemuria has changed since those days, but the feeling it gives hasn’t. The property has grown—a garden that blooms through the seasons, a dining room that still echoes with childhood joy, a glass-roofed hall where sunlight spills in during the day and stars shimmer above at night. Yet even as it evolved, it never lost its calm heart.
When guests arrive, I often see that same pause—the one I used to feel as a child. They take a breath, look around, and realize how quiet it is here. The city feels far away, though it’s really just outside the gates. That’s the strange beauty of Lemuria: it doesn’t try to escape the world; it simply invites you to slow down within it.
Here, time moves differently. It lingers, it breathes, it waits for you to notice.
“The Garden Terrace at Lemuria Fine Dining — lush, tranquil, and hidden within Quezon City’s Horseshoe Village.“
An Evening at Lemuria
By the time the first courses are served, the transformation feels complete. The air hums with quiet conversation and the soft clink of glassware. Candlelight flickers across stone and wood, and for a few hours, it feels as though you’ve stepped out of the city and into a dream.
For me, Lemuria will always be more than a restaurant. It’s a memory made tangible—the echo of childhood afternoons spent in the garden, the whisper of wind chimes in the evening, the calm of the wine cellar on a warm day. It’s home, shaped into something that invites others to feel what I once did: serenity in the midst of movement, stillness at the center of the city.
And somehow, after all these years, that feeling hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s grown stronger.
“An intimate table setting for four — romantic fine dining at Lemuria, a peaceful haven in Quezon City.“
Experience Lemuria Fine Dining
Lemuria Fine Dining isn’t just a destination—it’s an escape. A place where the sound of the city softens, and tranquility takes its place. Here, fine dining meets quiet nostalgia, and every corner seems to hold a story waiting to be remembered.
Come for an evening. Let the air grow still. Listen to the wind chimes, the laughter, the soft rhythm of peace that’s always lived here.
Reserve your table and experience Lemuria Fine Dining — where the city ends, and calm begins.
