Indonesia is panas.
And the food, padas.
And with that, a sore ass.
Manong Fruit Stand.
Where mangoes, mangosteens and bananas from the Philippines, durians and starfruits from Malaysia, grapes and other berries from somewhere but Hong Kong are sold.
He may be pricey at times but I would not mind paying.
Following my father’s advice, better to patronize local business.
Located near the National Taiwan University, Cafe Odeon offers a fresh respite from the usual city noise.
Not quiet but cozy. Designs and structures so cool. Hip and friendly staff. Guests just wanting to chill (and perfecting their Mandarin
And the wide array of (mostly European) beers!
Definitely worth a second trip. (Lucifer is my best [...]
Beef Nilaga is never complete without it. Especially with calamansi. Sinigang’s siling berde should be quashed in it. For supreme taste. And it is the secret ingredient to the best giniling. Instead of asin.
Does one have to be glamorous to make it? No. All you need are fish and salt. And several of these [...]
Somewhere in the heart of Shinjuku lies my stomach.
Where seedless grapes rest on cream cakes. Where chocolate is not diabetic.
Where I can tolerate sliced bananas.
Where table toppings can be edible.
I end my week-long sabbatical with a fond memory. Saves me the calories.
People did not mind enjoying a free bowl of congee, a piece of spring roll or an orange. They deserved such a treat when the government they expect to serve them was doing otherwise.
Tonight, more than 4,000 Hong Kong people gathered around the Legislative Council office in Central to protest the proposed HK$ 66,9 00,000,000.00 [...]
Orange noodles, a friend once called them. Or more popularly known in Tagalog, palabok.
I do not know how non-Filipinos react when they see palabok in the dining table or at a party of any Filipino family. But somehow, they predictably enjoy the burst of flavors coming from the noodles, shredded sun-dried fish, chopped green onions, [...]
One of the first delicious meals I ate in Japan was okonomiyaki, or Japanese pan-fried pizza.
They say it is poor man’s food because you can put anything in it. The staples are flour, cabbages, eggs and possibly taro. All the rest can be anything you have in your kitchen.
Reminded me so much of a friend who [...]
For now, I will let happy memories of Kyoto and Osaka flood me. Vendo machines everywhere, this one in a public pool. Beautifully-crafted trees like there is no need to buy bonzais. Bicycles I never learned to ride. Books cheap enough for anyone to buy and read. Rice fields right beside homes in the city. [...]