As usual, I was looking for something new. After a week of monotonous wage labour routines, it’s natural for your body and mind to look for something more than just your typical weekend. But I didn’t want to go far nor be drained by the loud and bustling offers of the northern cities. And so as I asked my friends for recommendations and only one stood out — The Black Pig.
(photos by Kenneth Boren, Guada Cruz, Inka Pellicer-Magnaye)
I arrived alone and too early being that I seem to be the only one who recognizes the scarcity of time in our limited life. The place is beautiful. After a quick look inside and through the glass to see the balcony, I already fell in love with the place. The summer heat scared me and I wanted to be inside and comfortable but there were no available tables. And so I checked the balcony outside. It’s really so chill and steady. They even have couches if you prefer that.
I was pointing at a table and explaining to the waiter that I wanted the fan to be faced to it. A gentleman from behind that table stood up, walked up to me, and asked if I wanted his table. I was dumbfounded. It turns out he was the owner of the place and he was just being a wonderful host. I explain to him that it wasn’t necessary. Since my friends were all late, he stayed with me to chat until my friends arrived.
He was such a friendly and awesome guy. Turns out he was even part of Rizal Underground, the band who sang the popular song Bilanggo. We chat about his restaurant, its concept and inspirations, and other classic smalltalk stuff. He was just being very sociable and friendly. It shows that if you have strong ideas, honestly good products and services, all you need to do is be a nice guy and your customers will keep coming back. And we’ve been coming back since then.
Finally, the gang shows up. We order several of their craft beers. I personally prefer the local craft. It’s very smooth and I’m not really into those bitter ales. My friends on the other hand, chose the much stronger beers. One them even tried the 10% alcohol one.
The balcony outside is really so steady and chill. Perfect place to hang out and have some drinks and good food with your friends without the preferred loud sounds of the north.
The food was interesting. We ordered several like the chorizos and other tapas or whatever they’re called (I’m not much of a cultured man when it comes to European cuisine and I don’t want to be a pretentious critique, basta masrap at sulit is my philosophy). I personally ordered the chicken liver which was an absolute delight and was perfect with my craft beer.
I also ordered this cocktail only because the menu said it’s Bourdain’s favorite and something he orders wherever he goes. In tribute to him and his writing, I got one. I forgot what was in it though or what it’s called (haha probably was a fun night then).
I had one comment which was that the servings were small which my more cultured friend Jos Perfecto who’s more knowledgeable with stuff like this told me that this was typical of Spanish cuisine so turns out it was just my ignorance of other cultures complaining again. The experience of going to restaurants like this is holistic — you don’t just get a taste of what they’re cooking, you get a taste of other cultures.
Goofing around with Mr. Paid to be Funny Uli Oposa
Their craft beers and other drinks go so well with Tabacalera cigars, something I’ll be blogging about soon as well so watch out for that! For now, tara, let’s hang in the laid-back south and chill in Black Pig.
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