The restaurant seems to carry every pretty Japanese dish (and sake too) in the world. This could either be good and not so good, depending on how you see such things.
I guess everything is forgiven after a bottle of beer. I even began to appreciate the omelette on my burger and forgot that it reminded me of what I had for breakfast.
Its flavors leans towards the savory and not the sweet, with welcome hints of tang from the secret marinade. Each bite reminded me of our epic lunch back in Bacolod.
Each of the dishes at Manang Juling's Kilawan is very affordable. But when you order three different ones and you are dining alone, that is another story.
Basilio Coffee is Filipino through and through - from the coffee bean all the way to the cups that I have been enjoying ever since I heeded my dentist's advice.
But what I really celebrate about Tagala is their consistency. The breast that I had that afternoon was remarkably juicy on the inside and crispy on the outside, just like the many, many other thigh parts I've been ordering here. It has always been cooked in this manner ever since, maybe even way back to the time when it first opened between 1999 and 2000.
The original plan that evening was to do a quick jog right after I pick up my 3-kilo takeway at Tatang's Boneless Lechon, my favorite guilty pleasure tucked in an unassuming corner in Lahug in Cebu.
I imagine there will be hyperactive kids running around the place beautifully competing with the acoustic band and the carolers by then. But that's OK really. It's Christmas after all and that's reason enough for all the jolly, good cheer.
More importantly, everything was properly home-cooked here and my colleagues could attest to this. Yes, although we are an 'extra rice bunch,' we also have discriminating tastebuds. You'd be surprised.
We came for the sutukil - sugba (grilled), tuwa (clear broth) and kilaw (ceviche). This timeless trinity of Cebuano comfort food could represent anything that's delicious and good and right in the universe.