Travel notes, food finds, and everyday stories.
After our Sunday gym session, one of my buddies started talking about bulalo. Not in a casual, maybe-later kind of way, but in the specific, single-minded way you crave something after you’ve just burned through a workout and your body is asking for exactly one thing. There were three of us, including a friend...
There’s a particular kind of hunger that hits after a Sunday long run, the kind where your legs are heavy but your stomach is louder than your legs. That’s usually when we find ourselves pulling up to Pancit Cabagan Batil Patong along San Vicente Road in Urdaneta City, still in our running clothes, still...
When I was a kid, one of the best parts of going to Dagupan was knowing we’d stop by Pedritos. I’d get excited the moment I knew we were headed that way, because it meant I was getting a pineapple twist. Soft, chewy bread wrapped around a pineapple jam filling that was sweet with...