It exists! A good high quality Chinese meal on the average price. IN METRO MANILA!
You know what I’ll have for next month’s cheat day… a whole plate of Roasted Suckling Pork at Zong’s.
I’m sure you can relate! Pigging out during a celebration. Diet on hold when served a comfort food. Or, even forgetting one’s name while savoring delicious dishes.
It’s fun most times. Other times it’s tummy bulging grief. One thing I love about those moments – I clearly remember the taste of the food, the texture, the combination of flavors, the colors, the ingredients I can identify by taste. I remember.
This kind of Callos had more of the tomato sauce. This had more of the tripe that has been cleaned thoroughly without even the slightest tinge of aftertaste. This kind was the kind served in fancy restaurants. As a poor man’s dish, the Callos has been elevated to my list as tops. It’s hard to replicate the good ones (believe me, I have tried!)! Even my mom finds it hard.
It takes skill. It needs a lot of patience. It’s a lifetime affair. This is very good Spanish Callos. I had it at Poco Deli, Ayala Triangle.
Comfort… Don’t we all pine for comfort? Comfortable shoes, comfortable couch, comfortable shirt, comfortable bed, comfortable eyeglasses, comfortable friends, and the list goes on!
In food, we often crave dishes that will do just that! For me, it’s hot and piping soup (light and thin, not thick and creamy) with lots of vegetables! I want “sawsawan” or dip as a side to it – fish sauce with calamansi and red bird’s eye chili! I can taste it now! Bulalo!
What else can you ask for? Hmmmm… the beef shanks give out all the goodness of the beef in the soup. The tender meat falls off from the bone (boiled and simmered at least 6 hours). The sweetness of the cabbage, potatoes, green beans adds to the flavors of herbs and spices – onion leeks, ginger and garlic. The dip gives the flavors the contrast to appreciate each of them with every bite. Hmmmm… Add some corn on the cob to balance everything in place.
This is comfort!
It was meant to be… I laid eyes on you, I knew you’ll be great, I got you and took you home, I will never forget you! That was the bowl of shawarma rice I happened upon at Il Mercanti, Metrowalk!
DELICIOUS! Oh, and did I say super friendly on the pocket?
Meshwe, a Lebanese food specialty kiosk, had ALL the right flavors! A Lebanese word that means grill, Meshwe serves 101% authentic Lebanese fares – my first taste of this cuisine. Yes, I’ve tried and loved some of them Middle Eastern, Persian and Iranian, but Lebanese, my first.
For P100, every bite of my shawarma rice bowl made of grilled chicken, bukhari rice ( a word I need to familiarize myself with! Love it!), sliced tomatoes, salsa and Meshwe’s special garlic sauce was so worth it! The rice had those tastes of spices intermingled with lemon. The rice might not be basmati but every bit had flavors I will not forget. The garlic sauce was a frothy yogurt with garlic dip that will have one thinking how it was made. It was so good!
Muhallabia is another word I should remember! It’s the P30 dessert of very light creamy and rosy (rose-flavored) yogurt topped with crushed pistachios (lots of them!)… I should have bought the other tub left.
I normally don’t write this way. What with my theatric words and drama! But I am out of words right now! Meshwe took them all away with each and every enchanting morsel!
I can’t help but sigh. Contentment. A cool rainy day of good eats and heartwarming girl talk with my best food buddy at Bizu.
How can I forget the lyonnaise potatoes drizzled with garlic mayo sauce beside a crisp and tasty duck confit? And how can I ever forget the soft as butter duck confit?! I was reminded to consume the salad to give my decadence some balance.
One tiltillating dish to another… The 10-hour roast beef was to die for! I forgot where I was. It transported me to good times, to the best ones! The texture of the meat was heaven to my palate. The flavors complemented one another. It was like the rainbow and the sun after the rain. How can another dish best this one? I was enthralled.
I forgot all. I consumed each and every bit on the plate. I wiped clean the sauce with the bread served together with the meal. I am in bliss land!
I knew of course that the perfect ending to this perfect meal would be macarons: earl grey is now my newfound macaron love. It will end this perfect meal with a proper delicious seal.