Category Archives: Yummy

Food + Podcast = Foodcast @ Midnight Mercato

I had the chance to cover the grand launch of RJ Ledesma’s Midnight Mercato last Friday.

Here’s a small chunk of my interview with RJ, yet one of my idols in the industry of men’s magazines. Deep inside me, I was feeling more than thrilled to go face-to-face with The Man who edited/edits MANUAL and UNO, who writes manhood predicaments via his Pogi from a Parallel Universe column, and who built the environment-friendly Mercato Centrale located in Boni High Street.

Pardon the quality of the podcast, apparently something went wrong with the uploading. Or is it just the two us rambling and garbling?

( More food than you need in your pragmatic middle-class existence… )

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Diet Another Day

I’m not a healthy person, that’s pretty obvious. Vegetables are my mortal enemies; I eat veggies when I just feel like it. I better sing Journey’s Open Arms than stuff my mouth with anything that belongs to the “Glow” food. I like lettuce coleslaw, malunggay and broccoli, and so on, though. My mom’s post-stroke case has led her to watch her diet with the copiousness of, eww, gulay. Everybody listen now! ( Read more… )

Barbecue of Roses

A century ago– meaning some weeks ago in the regulations of blogging– I hung out with fellow high school bums Yayi and Ralph, and altogether hunted for the mouth-watering barbecue of Tower Café. It was an effort to quell my personal issues with being a lost, rudderless graduate. They too were as quite as anxious about… I dunno. Yeah, the things we do to lick our wounds. BBQ=FTW. ( Read more… )

Fade to Black

One subtle symptom that you’re (kinda) missing college is when you long to be that then asinine, happy-go-lucky freshman who had to look up to some upperclassmen for “guidance.” I especially felt that way recently when I had to go to an org event care of Kea saving my shrunken wallet. I had to be fine  foremost with being called an alumnus when some meager 15 units passed like it was just, uh well, yesterday. ( Read more… )