August 25th, 2010

At Home On Roam

Given the delay between, actual time of eating, to the time it hits the blog, it leaves just about enough room for nostalgia. The frugal scrooge that I’ve been (still am) the past couple of months have meant driving home from lunch, which, from looking of the pictures, doesn’t really look that bad.

Here’s Lunch, or what was lunch over a span of a couple days. Shrimp cooked Coconut Milk, with Calabasa (Pumpkiny almost), String Beans, and Chilis. Dinuguan (Pork Blood Stew), made up of all the good bits (Cheek, stomach, etc).


Half of the fun of taking the effort and posting food photos is describing dishes that are just foreign to other people. Not that I’ve foreign readers, its just that most of the time these photos go live on SuFu prior anything. Here’s my emphatic attempt at trying to describe Sopas.

Anticlimactically, we just call this Sopas. Chicken broth based soup, made with whatever pasta is available. Topped with forked chicken, chicken liver, and gizard (smoked sausage sometimes too), It’s served with a final douse of milk and Parmesan (and me, more pepper).

Up and about, I’d expect, and still am expecting that this latest bout of “frugality” is going to result in a food turn down. But, just from the looks of whats been on the meal plate as of late, it isn’t terribly bad. Then again, I don’t think the words terribly bad have ever existed in the same paragraph (be it space) as foie gras.

Dinner out, and picking something relatively simple. Foie Gras, and Mushroom Ravioli. Served in a cream, clarified butter and peppercorn sauce.


Here’s what I mean by frugal, Food Court Grub (carb on carb concept). Grilled Chicken with a Thai inspired Sweet Chili Sauce. That beside Mash Potatoes, Gravy, and a good pile of Pesto.


I think this meal personifies what I’m trying to say here (much better than foie gras filled pasta, imho). It’s not necessarily just cheaper food (which they clearly aren’t), but food that have value. A hundred pesos for carb and carb, three hundred for amazing ravioli. Value meals, in the truest sense. Least that’s from how I see it.

August 20th, 2010

Monsoon Days



Title above, by mer de noms.

I’ve been gravitating to this lately, a lot of black. Fourteen, sixteens worth. Blues, greens. Reflective of anything internal? Maybe. Dissatisfaction is the war, happiness is winning only a day’s battle. Set to default, we wake up needing.

August 15th, 2010

Mostly Beer Food

Lunch, and also the odd one out that day. Grilled Tanigue (Blue Marlin?) steaks. I’m often on the fence when it comes to fish. I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself saying.. “Ooh, I think I’m craving fish today.” Though the grilled sacks of roe did make these over the top, it’s still not enough to get a concrete spot in the Wants Department.

Dinner, in what supposedly was “Pre-Booze”, but then what the hell. Took the drive over to Charlie’s for Beer and Nuclear Wings (which lived up to its name, judging by the “Chernobyl” everyone had the next day). The food here is always good, long as you walk in without too many expectations.

There’s been Burger Horror stories, but me sticking to the poultry, have never ran into such. If anything, I can probably leave you a word of advice, spite how good that sauce looks, or how numb to the heat you already are, do not lop that stuff up with every bite. You’ll hate yourself for it.




Post Boozing Band Aid. Sangria, and Fries over at Wingman. Now here’s a place I haven’t sat down and eaten a meal at. Though there’s been a considerate amount of time spent over drinking out front, I’ve never really eased into anything past appetizers. But if the Fries, Quesadillas and Dips serve as any barometer, it should by all means be good.



August 15th, 2010

Spatial Recognition



Dots and Bubbles by mer de noms.

I’m not sure if anyone remembers. I’m not sure if even I do. It’s one of those nights, too much to drink and whatnot. Well, maybe just on my end. Seeing as how the distance to drunk can get quite relative when you don’t put binging into practice as much.

Back to the story, too much to drink, yes. Hobbling around, I began to recognize that the tethered weight tugging down on my wrist was a camera. And, oh, there couldn’t be a better combination. A device needing the palpable presence of motor skills, and a person who might not have any (for the moment atleast).

Funny how people react, post photo-op, after they’ve brought out their smiles, and angles, when all you’ve to show is dots and bubbles. Spectre like things, light traces. Timed with the sincerest rendition of “It’s great no?” It’s almost unavoidable to have a couple internal laughs.



Crotch, Shoulder, Agony by mer de noms.

Close to the end of the night, and after a good amount of time having introduced my butt to a chair, I managed to settle down enough to take some that made more sense/typical (figures).

August 14th, 2010

With Friends From Hell



From Hell by mer de noms.

Don’t take the title too literally now. No, my friends aren’t from hell, neither do they normally appear to be. Interestingly though, that’s all I could think of when I was looking over these photos. Fiends, spectres, ghouls sitting guard at the gates of Hades (Yes, to that extent).

Sans the graffiti which doesn’t really make any sense to be in there, the photos were taken and edited with as little post as possible. Call it a freak accident, perhaps the camera reveals more truth that we’d like to credit it for?

August 10th, 2010

One Too Many

Prior to anything else, (and prior to anything new) I’ve a Flickr full of photos that need to be posted up. Here’s me both mustering up the energy and removing any excuses for having been MIA for the last two weeks. The first item to come up should be plenty enough reminder for anyone, who knows, how long ago this is.


A Thursday night out, a buy-1-take-1 promo and a fortunate twist of “alcohol fate” left us having one too many of these. Cherry Beers (San Miguel Light, maybe some vodka, maybe some soda, and the cherry flavored stuff they use on snowcones).

Lunch Break with one of the most straightforward food concepts out there, Rice-In-A-Box. My order, Thai Stir Fry Chicken (My verdict? Probably never again).

Here’s something born out of consequence. Not that we need any more of a reminder, but I’m beginning to feel resigned at the thought that the traffic jams are just terrible here in Manila. Six Thirty, Seven at night, everyone is just at a mad (and hungry) dash to get home.

I’d even go as far to say that we’re on the fortunate end of the spectrum. Thrown in a roomful of impatient and starving people, a traffic jam would be the least of my worries. I started picking these up to tide me over prior to dinner. Au revoir “No Food in the Car” rule, Grilled Bratwurst (with a gratuitous amount of mayo and mustard).



And lastly, a late night snack. Looking at the photos I can’t even remember when this happened. Judging by the Sampling Platter (wont even bother trying to name it all), Kebabs, and the other times we’ve been here, It’s probably one of those nights. Drunk and hungry (not necessarily in that particular order either) instinctive autopilot takes over and brings us to this place.

It makes you wonder though. I’m probably fringing on rhetorical territory on asking, but what do they eat when they’re drunk (Middle Easterns?)? Shatfaced and drunk. Four in the morning. Anything that isn’t kebab-like is simply just the wrong answer.

August 1st, 2010

In The Dark


Blacked Out by mer de noms.

I imagine this it what it feels like, come the end of the world. Without any power, we’ll all eventually be gifted with nifty paper weights. Empty shells, contrast to whatever infinite use they had before. I can take comfort though in the idea of regression. The irony in us gathered around Gundams, a Tree Full of Monkeys in our pseudo darkest hours.

August 1st, 2010

Simpler Fare

Nothing very cohesive, just snaps of great meals taken in passing. Not so much a big epic dinner as it is really just everyday eats. Here we go..


Quick lunch at home, Sausage Rolls. Ever since trying it the first time, I’ve been a big fan of slow cooking Sausages. Five minutes a side on the lowest heat, cooks it perfectly and leaves enough room towards the end for a sear if you want it a bit crisp. Leaves enough time for caramelizing onions, red ones since that’s what we commonly keep in the pantry. Butter roll, and mayonnaise, reaching out to some sort of equatorial, South American parallelism, (wasn’t that a mouthful) to balance the flavors.


I wont ramble so long about the next few dishes as they’re pretty straight forward. Late night (let the traffic pass) dinner, Gekikara Ramen. They say that the soup is miso based, but I’d like to think, judging by the way it tastes, that its made of fire. Torture at it’s best, there’s enough of both spice heat and actual heat to satisfy all your masochistic inklings.

Desert, an order of Ichigo Ice split for two. And after that bowl of soup, its equal parts remedy and delicious.

Dinner the next day. Judging by the Lechon Macau (Pork Belly) and Wonton Soup, it must have been hellish.

July 30th, 2010

In The Wake Of




Dirty Fingers by Kiko Escora, Chi, Ms. Cadness, Eggxld

July 29th, 2010

Sporadic, More

In an attempt to mirror my SuFu WAYET (What Are You Eating Today), I can’t help but realize how it’s been anything but that. Funny how anonymity changes things. Where, midst total strangers, there somehow seems to be a lot more room for honesty to exist. That aside.. it’s all gravy, back to mirroring.


Siopao, or steamed bun (whatever you call it from where you come from). Left the somewhat essential hot sauce in the freezer, making for a sort of spicy popsicle number. Needless to say, my attempt at some sort of temperate (pseudo food gastro) contrast failed miserably.


On a trip out of town, I forgot to bring the camera on the dinner before so.. all I’ve to show for the great weekend of eats was some tidbits of what I had for our post lunch, lunch. In the search for something crispy.. Chicken Skin and Chicharon Bulaklak (Pork Flower Crackling? It’s the pigs large intestine methinks).


Back in town for something less fussy, operative word here being not so much less as it is fussy in this case. Curry Beef Pepper Rice from Pepper Lunch. Doesn’t this feel like is the ideal comfort food for such a rice-o-philic culture. The acoustics on this and on the two dishes above are amazing, ending the week with some sizzle to match all the pop.

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