A warmish experience at Brasas (restaurant review)

I recently had a chance to eat at Brasas at the Evia Lifestyle Center in Las Piñas. I hadn’t heard of the place before and I didn’t bother looking it up before the day itself, so that plus my lack of familiarity with other languages (knowing ahead of time that “brasas” is Spanish for “embers” or “live coal” would’ve helped immensely) rendered me absolutely clueless on the meal we were about to get our hands on.

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Aklan chronicles, part 1: All my bags are packed; I’m ready to go

(Getaway soundtrack: “Best Day of My Life” by American Authors)

My friends – the same people I was with in Vigan – and I went to Aklan a couple of months ago. It was an eventful five-day vacation, so I thought a little play-by-play would be a better method of telling you about it. (Just a heads-up: I hope you’re in the mood for a mini-series.)

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The Eraserheads in 20 pages (and a CD)

For most people, leaving a mark while doing what they love is a pretty ambitious goal. You practice your craft, you work hard to turn a few (hopefully thousands of) heads, then you strive even more to stay in their consciousness. At this day and age, you’d be lucky to get your 15 minutes. So when you still generate the same effect decades later, you know you’ve got something special. Continue reading The Eraserheads in 20 pages (and a CD)

Relative satisfaction at Uncle Moe’s (restaurant review)

For a couple of nights last week, my sister, her husband and I felt the old wanderlust. But since we have neither the time nor the budget for a last-minute getaway, we resorted to driving aimlessly around the city for a couple of hours at a time. On our second night, I blurted out that while we just had dinner, I was feeling hungry again (unusual, right?). Apparently, they were feeling the same way, so we started looking at options.

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An ode to coffee

I love coffee. Words can’t even express how infatuated I am with it. I can’t get through the day without at least 4 cups of it. In a mug or a cup, steaming or cold, black or creamed, I’ll take it morning, noon and night. I think I should form a new religion that praises the stuff.

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Rinse. Repeat.